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I  do  hereby  certify,  that  this  edition  of  the  Hymns 
of  the  Protestant  Episcopal  Church,  in  the  United 
States  of  America,  set  forth  in  General  Conventions 
of  said  Church,  in  the  years  of  our  Lord  1789,  1808, 
and  1826,  has  been  compared  and  corrected  by  the 
standard  stereotype  edition,  and  is  permitted  to  be  pub- 
lished as  a  stereotype  edition,  duly  comparea  and  cor- 
rected by  a  suitable  person,  appointed  for  that  purpose, 

JOHN  HENRY  HOBART, 

Bishop  of  the  Protestant  Episcopal  Church  of  the 

State  of  JYew-York. 

New- York,  September  1,  1828. 


HYMNS. 


1.  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES.  16  Divine  instructor, gracious  Lord, 


HYMN  1.  (C.  M.) 

GREAT  God  !  with  wonder  and  with 
On  all  thy  works  I  look  ;      [praise 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars,  that  in  their  courses  roll, 
Have  much  instruction  given  j 

But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  1  may  soar  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 
The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 

But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid  ; 
Here  my  best  comfort  lies : 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 
And  here  my  hopes  arise 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 
Show  what  my  fauits  have  been, 

And  from  thy  Gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

6  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has  died 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 

Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 

Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

7  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 
And  take  a  fresh  delight, 

By  4ay  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  Jiight. 

HYMN  2.  (C.  M.) 

FATHER  of  mercies  I  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find ; 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast ; 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcvrae  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  aruund  ; 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
-    My  ever  dear  delight ; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 


Be  thou  for  ever  near : 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

II.  CREATION. 

HYMN  3.  (C.  M.) 

GREAT  first  of  beings !  mighty  Lord 
Of  all  this  wondrous  frame  ! 
Produc'd  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came 

2  Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  com- 
'Twas  instantly  obey'd  ;  [mand, 

And  through  thy  goodness  all  things 
stand, 
Which  by'thy  power  were  made. 

3  Lord !  for  thy  glory  —shine  the  whole . 

They  all  reflect  thy  light : 
For  this — in  course  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4  For  this — the  sun  disperses  heat 
And  beams  of  cheering  day; 

And  distant  stars,  in  order  set, 
By  night  thy  pow'r  display. 

5  For  this — the  earth  its  produce  yields 
For  this— the  waters  flow ; 

And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 
And  trees  aspiring  grow. 

6  Inspir'd  with  praise,  our  minds  pursue 
This  wise  and  noble  end — 

That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 
Shall  to  thine  honour  tend. 

HYMN  4.  (C.  M.) 

Genesis  i. 

LET  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear, 
Proclaim 'd  th'  Eternal  Lord : 
The  heav'n  arose,  the  earth  appear'd, 
At  his  creating  word.    - 

2  But  formless  was  the  earth,  and  void, 
Dark,  sluggish,  and  confus'd ; 

Till  o'er  the  mass  the  Spirit  mov'd, 
And  quick'ning  pow'r  diffus'd. 

3  Then  spake  the  Lord  Omnipotent 
The  mandate,  "  Be  there  light :" 

Light  darted  forth  in  vivid  rays, 
And  scatter'd  ancient  night. 

4  The  glorious  firmament  he  spread, 
To  part  the  earth  and  sky ; 

And  fix'd  the  upper  elements 
Within  their  spheres  on  high 

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HYMNS. 


5  He  bade  the  seaa  together  flow  ; 
They  left  thu  solid  land  -, 

And  herb*,  and  plants,  and  fruitful  trees, 
Sprung  forth  at  his  command. 

6  Above,  he  form'd  the  stars  -,  and  plac'd 
Two  greater  orbs  of  light ; 

The  radiant  sun  to  rule  the  day, 
The  moon  to  rule  the  night. 

7  To  all  the  varied  living  tribes 
lie  gave  their  wondrous  birth  : 

Some  form'd  within  the  wut'ry  deep, 
Some,  from  the  teeming  earth. 

8  Then,  chief  o'er  all  his  works  below, 
Man,  honour'd  man,  was  made  ; 

His  soul  with  God's  pure  image  stamp'd, 
With  innocence  array'd. 

9  Completed  now  the  mighty  work, 
God  his  creation  view'd  : 

And,  pleas'd  with  all  that  he  had  made, 
Prouounc'd  it  "  very  good." 

HYMN  5.  (II.  1.) 

Psalm  cxlviii. 
Praise  from  Living  Creatures. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name : 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme.  • 

2  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  the  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  ev'ry  list'ning  saint  above 
Wane  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  Whate'er  this  living  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air,  or  treads  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow  ; 
Ye  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide, 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide, 

And  in  the  deeps  below. 

4  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd. 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  HIS  tremendous  Name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back 

The  gen'ral  burst  of  joy.  [the  sound, 

IIYMNG.  (11. 1.) 

Psalm  cxlviii. 

Praise  from  the  Elements  and  Worlds. 

YE  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
Where    pure,    serene    effulgence 
Ye  scenes  divinely  fair,  [reigns, 

Vour  Maker'.- wondrous  pow'r  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  shining  frame, 

And  breath'd  the  tluid  air. 
9  .loin,  all  yo  stirs,  tho  vocal  choir : 
Thou  daiwjhg  orb  of  liquid  fire 


The  mighty  chorus  aid  ; 
And,  soon  as  ev'ning  veils  the  plain, 
Thou  moon,  prolong  the  hallow'd  strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

3  Thou   heav'n  of  heav'ns,   his   vast 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God  ;  [abode, 

Ye  world-,  declare  his  might  ; 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made  ; 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  tied, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

I  Let  every  clement  rejoin- ;    ■ 

Ye  thunders,  buna  with  awful  voice 

To  him  wjio  bids  you  roll ; 
His  praise  in  sofiur  notes  declare, 
Each  whiap'ring  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

HYMN  7.  (L.  If.) 

Psalm  xix. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spanned  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Tli'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  povv'r  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  ev'ning  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale  ■ 
And,  nightly,  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 

G  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

III.  PROVIDENCE. 
HYMN  8:  (L.  M.) 

ETERNAL.  KNiree  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  li|>s  em- 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear,  [ploy, 
To  hail  thee,  sov'reign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  rofl, 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  risr, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies 

3  The  flow'ry  sprint!  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine 
To  raise  Uje  corn,  and  cheer  the  vino 


HYMNS. 


4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 


6  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and 

days,     - 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade. 
6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise; 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes', 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 
HYMN  9.    "  ([1.3.) 

Psalm  xxiii. 

IT  HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me'  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend,. 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  1  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  T&&  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid,  the  yerdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still: 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid. 
And    guide   me  through  the  dreadful 

shade. 
HYMN  10.  (C.  M.) 

WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise ! 

2  O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare, 

That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Thy  providence  my  life_sustain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breast.  " 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 

E'er  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

5  Unnumber'd  comforts, to  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 

Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
"  From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

6  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth 
With  heedless  steps  I  ran. 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey 'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man 
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7  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and 
It  gently  clear'd  my  way,      [deaths, 

And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice. 
More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 

8  When  wom  with  sickness,  oil  bast  thou 
With  health  renew'd  my  face ; 

And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Reviv'd  my  soul  with  grace,. 

9  Thy  bounteous  hand  with  worldly  bliss 
Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er ; 

And  in  a  kind  and,  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  aU  my  store. 

10  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ ; 

Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

11  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds!, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  nigh* 
Divide  thy  works  no  more^ 

My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Ld£d, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee, 
A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 
HYMN  11.  (HI.  1.) 

Psalm  xxxi.  15. 
"My  times  are  in  thy  hand." 

SOV'REIGN  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise, 
All.  our  times  are  in  thv  hand, 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  He  that  form'dus.in  the  womb, 
He  shall  guide  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
All  our  ways  shall  ever  be 
Order'd  by  his  wise  decree. 

3  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
Blighting  want,  and  cheerful  wealth, 
All  our  pleasures,  all  our  pains, 
Come,  and  end,  as  God  ordains. 

4  May  we  always  own  thy  hand, 
Still  to  thee  surrender'd  stand, 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 
We  and  ours  are  all  thy  own ! 

HYMN  12.  (C.  M.) 

GOD  moves  hi  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm, 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines, 
With  never  failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs^ 
And  works  his  gracious  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage,  ta.k©  j 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 


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Are  big  with  merry,  and  shall  break 
In  blessmgs  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
Hut  trust  him  f. >r  his  "grace  : 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  faee. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fiu*, 
Unfolding  every  hour: 

The  l-tid  may  have  a  bitter  txsie 
15ut  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

C  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain: 

God  is  his  own  Interpreter, 
And  lie  will  make  it  plain. 

IV.  REDEMPTION. 

HYMN  13.  (S.  M.) 

Job  be.  2— fi. 

AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  lie  our  ways  should  mark 
With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 

Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All  seeing,  pow'rful  God  ! 
Who  can  with  thee  contend  : 

Or  who  that  tries  th'  unequal  strife, 
.Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  math, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake  : 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake  J 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God  r 

None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 

But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 
HYMX  14.  (L.  M.) 

Jul  ix.  30—33. 

THOUGH  I  should  seek  to  wash  me 
clean 
In  water  of  the  driven  snow, 
My  soul  would  yet  its  spot  retain, 
And  sink  in  conscious  guilt  and  wo : 

2  The  Spirit,  in  his  pow'r  divine, 
Woold  cast  my  vaunting  soul  to  earth, 

Expose  the  foulness  of  its  sin, 
And  show  the  vUeness  of  its  worth. 

3  Ah,  not  like  erring  man  is  God, 
That  men  to  answer  him  should  dare  : 

Condemn'd,  and  into  silence  aw'd, 
They  helpless  stand  before  his  bar. 

4  There,  must  a  Mediator  plead, 
Who,  God  and  man,  may  both  em- 

VVjth  God,  for  man  to  intercede,  [brace  ; 
And  offur  man  the  purchas'd  grace. 


HYMNS. 

5  And  lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  slain 
To  be  this  Mediator  crown 'd  : 

In  Him,  my  soul,  be  rleans'd  from  stain. 
In  Finn  thy  righteousness  be  found  i ' 
HYMN  IS  (L.M.) 

ALL  glorious  God,  what  hvmns  ol 
praise 
Glmll  our  transported  voices  raise  ! 


What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
|  While  hedven  stands  open  to  our  view  ! 
iS  Once  we  were  fall'n,  and  O  how  low  ! 

■lust  on  the  brink  of  endless  wo  ; 
!  When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  al>ove, 
,  Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love 

3  Scatter'd  the  shades  of  death  and  night 
And  spread  around  his  hcavenlv  light ! 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverish'd  and  undone  ! 

4  lie  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  ahon*, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours  ; 

Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state  ! 

HYMX  16.—  Hunts.     (C.  M.) 
CJALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound 

i'  J  Glad  tidings  to  our  ears, 
A  sov 'reign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
2  Salvation  !  buried  once  in  sin, 
i     At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  : 
|  But  now  we  rise  by  grace  divine, 

And  see  a  heavenly  day. 
1 3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  Eky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
4  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  Thee  the  praise  belong  : 
Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  name, 
Thy  name  inspire  our  songs. 
Chants,  fur  the  end  of  each  verse 
Glory,  honour,  praise,  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer ! 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord  ! 
HYMN  17.  (C.  M.) 

TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  nam* 
Awake  the  sacred  song ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame !) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  Hie  love,  wliat  mortal  thought  can 
What  mortal  tongue  display !  [reach  ■ 

Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 
Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 

And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
Was  ever  love  like  thw.1 


4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee. 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 

Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 
HYMN  18.  (HI.  3.) 

SAVIOUE,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  prai=e. 

•2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 
Sung  hy  raptur'd  saints  above  ; 

Fill  my  sold  with  sacred  .pleasure, 
While  1  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  ine  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restor'd,  defended ; 
Safe  through  life  thus  far  1  'in  come  ; 

Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

HYMN  19.  (C.  M.) 

Titus  hi.  4 — 7. 

MY  grateful  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turn'd  thee  from  the  fatal  paths 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame 

2  Vain  and  presumptuous  is  the  trust 
Which  in-our  works  we  place.; 

Salvation  from  a  higher  source 
Flows  to  our  fallen  race. 

3  'Tis  from  the  love  of  God  through 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ;        [Christ, 

His  mercy  sav'd  our  souls  from  death, 
And  wash'd  us  from  our  sin. 

4  His  Spirit,  through  the  Saviour  shed, 
His  sacred  fire  imparts, 

Removes  our  dross,  and  love  divine 
Enkindles  in  our  hearts. 

5  Thus  rais'd  from  death,  we  live  anew ; 
And,  justifi'd  by  grace, 

We  hope  in  glory  to  appear, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 

HYMN  20.  (C.  M.) 

HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  its  load ! 
The  heart  unchang'd  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray : 
Reason  debas'd  can  never  find 

The  safe,  the  narrow  way 


HYMNS.  * 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 

'Tis  thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  upwards  bid  them  rise  ; 

And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken M  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 

A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of 
And  give  them  life  divine  !         [ours, 

Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  21  (C.  M.) 

T^  ATHER,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift, 
•*-     On  thee  my  hope  depends, 
Convinc'd  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 
And  pow'r  and  wisdom  too ; 

Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  Thou  all  our  works  in  us  hast  wrought, 
Our  good  is  all  divine ; 

The  praise  of  every  holy  thought 
And  righteous  word  is  tliine. 

4  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 
The  pow'r  on  thee  to  call, 

In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live:— 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  22.  (III.  1.) 

SING,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love, 
Who,  from  yon  bright  throne  above, 
Ever  watchful  o'er  our  race, 
Still  to  man  extends  his  grace. 

2  Heav'n  and  earth  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  sceptre  sway'd  ; 
What  are  we  that  he  should  show 
So  much  love  to  us  below  ? 

3  God,  the  merciful  and  good, 
Bought  us  with  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
And,  to  make  our  safety  sure,. 
Guides  us  by  his  Spirit  pure. 

4  Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  name  ; 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme : 
Praise  him  till  he  calls  thee  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. 

HYMN  23.  (S.  M.) 

GRACE !  'tis  a  charming  sound  '. 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  rosound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
2  Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man, 


HYMNS. 


And  all  the  means  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  guides  my  wand'ring  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road. 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heav:n  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

V.  THE  CHURCH. 
HYMN  24.  (S.  M.) 

T   IKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 
*-*  That  soar'd  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting  place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found  ; 

2  O  cease,  my  wand'ring  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 

All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door ; 

Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4,  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

5  And,  when  the  waves  of  ire 
Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 

The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire- 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

HYMN  25.  (S.  M.) 

T  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

-*■  The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  Church,  our  blest  Redeemer  sav'd 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 
My  voice  or  hands  deny, 

These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 
Her  welfare,  or  her  wo, 

Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  Jove  and  praise.  I 


7  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliv'rance  bring. 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 
HYMN  26.  (C.  M.) 

Hebrctcs  xii.  18,  22—24. 
]V"OT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 

1  ~   The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 

Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  : 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God; 

Where. milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  cloth 'd  in  light  I 

Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just 
Whose  faith  is.chang'd  to  sight. 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  : 

Hear  God,  the  Judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  sins,  through  Christ,  forgiv'n  . 

5  Angels,  and  living  saints  and  dead. 
But  one  communion  make  ; 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  vital  Head, 

And  of  his  love  partake. 
HYMN  27.  (S.  M.) 

|>LEST  is  the  tie  that  binds 
•*-*  Our  hearts  in  Christian  love : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  united  prayers : 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual. woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear,; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  at  death  must  part, 
How  keen,  how  deep  the  pain  ! 

But  we  shall  still  lie  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Throughout  eternity. 

HYMN  28.  (II.  ].) 

Psalm  cxxii. 

The  Church  in  Glory. 

V17"ITH  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day 

"  "    That  calls  my  willing  soul  away, 

To  dwell  among  the  blest : 


HYMNS. 


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For  lo !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 
And  points  me  to  his  rest. 

2  Ev'n  now,  to  my  expecting  eyes 
The  heaven-built  tow'rs  of  Salem  rise  -, 

Their  glory  I  survey  ; 
I  view  her  mansions,  that  contain 
The  angel  host,  a  beauteous  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

3  Thither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo !  the  redeem 'd  of  God  ascend, 

Borne  on  immortal  wing  ; 
There,  erown'd  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  ceaseless  hymns  their  tongues  employ 

Before  th'  Almighty  King. 

4  The  King  a  seat  hath  there  prepar'd, 
High,  on  eternal  base  uprear'd, 

For  his  eternal  Son  : 
His  palaces  with  joy  abound  ; 
His  saints,  by  him  with  glory  erown'd, 

Attend  and  share  his  throne. 

5  Mother  of  cities  !  o'er  thy  head 
Bright  peace,  with  healing  wings  out- 

For  evermore  shall  dwell :      [spread, 
Let  me,  blest  seat !  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enroll 'd, 

And  bid" the  world  farewell. 

HYMN  29.  (L.  M.) 

Isaiah  lii.  1,  2. 

r|  TRIUMPHANT  Zion  !   lift  thy  bend 

A    From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the 

dead! 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And    gird   thee    with    thy   Saviour's 
strength ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  Jet  thy  excellence  be  known  : 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread  ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair  : 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

VI.  FESTIVALS  AND  FASTS. 
THE  LORD'S  DAY. 
HYMN  30.  (II.  4.) 

A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  awake, 
•£*-  And  hail  this  sacred  day ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Yuur  joyful  homage  pay  : 
Welcome  the  day  that  God  hath  blest., 
i  ;?  type  cf  heav'n's  eternal  re3t. 


2  On  this  auspicious  mom 
The  Lord  of  life  arose  •, 

He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquish 'd  all  our  foes : 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heav'n  with  hosannas  rings, 

And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

4  Great  King,  gird  on  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquering  car ; 

While  justice,  truth  and  love, 
Maintain  thy  glorious  war: 
This  day  let  sinners  own  thy  sway, 
And  rebels  cast  their  arms  away  ! 
HYMN  31.  (CM) 

It  HIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 
Let  young  and  old  rejoice  : 
To  him  be  vows  and  homage  paid 
Whose  service_is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord  . 
How  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  rev'rence  seek  his  face. 

3  This  is  the  homage  he  requires — 
The  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 

The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves  and  ail  we  are. 

4  Wiiile  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call ; 
Propitious  from  the  skies, 

The  Lord,  the  Maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleas'd,  through  Jesus  Christ  hta 
From  sin  he  grants  release  ;        [Sun, 

According  to  their  faith  'tis  done, 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

HYMN  32.  (S.  M.) 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near 
To  feast  his  saints  to-day ; 

Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  Jesus  is  within, 

Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

Till  it  is  call'd  to  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 
HYMN  33.  (L.M.) 

ANOTHER  six  day's  work  is  done, 
Another  Lord's  day  has  begun  ; 
I  i 


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HYMNS. 


Return,  mv  soul,  enjoy  tin  rwt, 
Improve  the  hours  thy  God  hath  blest 
2  This  day  may  our  devotions  rise, 
As  grateful  incense,  to  tlie  skies  ; 
And  heav'n  that  sweet  repose  bestow, 


orto 


HYMN  96.  L.  m.) 

T^AR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  w 

A         be  gone ; 

Let  my  religious  noun  alone : 

From  flesh  and  sense  I  would  be  free, 


......  ina»  n  mat  Mveei  repose  oestow,  '"  ™="  "■•«  wiue  i  wouia  De  tree, 

Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it  know  ! ' And  ll0,d  communion,  Lord,  with  thee 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire, 
To  see  thy  grace,  to  taste  thy  love, 


3  This  peaceful  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  sure  pledge  of  heav'nlv  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God'  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  huh  pleasures,  pass  away : 
How  sweet,  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  I 

.    HYMN  34.  (II.  3.) 

i^JREATGod  !  this  sacred  dav  of  thine 
^*  Demands  the  soul's  collected  [>ow- 
Gladly  we  now  to  thee  resign         Ters  ; 

These  solemn,  consecrated  hours'": 
O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne  1 

2  All-seeing  God  !  thy  piercing  eve 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore  ; 

May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 

And  where  thou  art  intrude  no  more 
O  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move. 
And  fix  our  minds  on  thing*  above  ! 

3  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart, 
And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 

Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart ; 

Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine : 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

HYMN  35.  (II.  4.) 

TN  loud  exalted  strains, 
-*  The  King  of  glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heav'n  and  earth  he  reigns, 

Through  everlasting  days : 
But  Zion,  with  his  presence  blest, 
fs  his  delight,  his  chosen  rest. 
ii  O  King  of  gl  ->ry  !  com°, 

And  with  thy  favour  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  home , 

This  people  as  thy  own. 
Beneath  this  roof  vouchsafe  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

3  Now  let  thine  ear  attend 
Our  supplicating  cries  ; 

Now  let  our  praise  ascend, 

Accepted  to  tii^  skies  : 
Now  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Spread  its  celestial  influence  round. 

4  Here  may  the  list'ning  throng, 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 

Here  Christians  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above: 
Till  all  who  humbly  seek  thy  face, 
Bejoice  in  thy  abounding  grace. 


And  feel  thine  influence  from  above. 
3  When  I  can  say  that  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  see  "thy  glories  3hine, 
I'll  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great. 

1  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land  ;"[hand, 
And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 

The  joys  that  from  thy  presence  flow. 

HYMN  37.  (L.M.) 

IVTY  op'ning  eyes  with  rapture  see 
■i-"   The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day  ; 
My  thoughts,  O  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vow^  I  pay. 

2  I  yield  my  heart  to  thee  alone, 

A  or  would  receive  another  guest , 
Eternal  King!  erect  thy  throne, 
And  reign  sole  monarch  in  my  breast 

3  O  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away  , 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 
One  sinful  thought.through  all  the  day 

4  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soul  -hall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 
A  nd  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 

HYMN  33.  (III.  1.) 

nr*0  thy  temple  I  repair  ; 

•^    Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there; 
While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 

2  While  the  pray'rs  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  ; 

]  Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads  j 
Hear,  fir  Jesus  intercedes. 

3  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 

;  Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
(Till  thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

4  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  1 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  on  high. 

5  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  ev'ninglet  me  say, 

"  I  have  walk'd  with  God  to-day  ' 


HYMN  39.  (L.  M.J 

After  Sermon. 

ALMIGHTY  Father!  bless  the  word, 
Which,  through  thy  grace,  we  now 

have  heard  ; 
6  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit ! 
2  We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face : 
Grant,  Lord',  that  we  who  worship  here 
May  all,  at  length,  in  heaven  appear. 

HYMN  40.  (III.  5.) 

LORD !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, > 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ;' 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  j 

O  refresh  us 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness ! 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 


HYMNS. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art, 

Long  desir'd  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Bom  thy  people  to  deliver, 
Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 

'  Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

I     Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

i.4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit 
|     Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  •, 
I  By  thine  all-sufficient  merit 
I     Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne 


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theii 


ADVENT. 
HYMN  41.  (C.  M.) 

"ARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 
comes, 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  tiirone, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  hiin  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 
Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 


CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN  43.  (C.  SI.) 

Luke  ii.  8—15. 

WHILE   shepherds    watch'd 
flocks  by  night, 
I     All  seated  on  the  ground, 
jThe  angel  of  the  Lordcarne  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
|2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 
,     Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind  ; 
;"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  1  bring 
i     "  To  you,  and  ail  mankind. 
j3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 
'Is  born,  of  David's  line, 


,"  The  Saviour,  who  -is  Christ  the  LflWi 
|J  ARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour      «  And  this  shal,  be  the  sign  . 

4  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall 
"  Tomhumun  view  display'd,      [find, 

"  All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands; 
"  And  in  a  manger,  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
!     Appear'd  a  shining  throng 

W^_°°^an1d!ni?^'.a^  zealand  ,0Ve'  Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 


His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  the  pris'ners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held, 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
,  To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 

And  on  the  eyes  oppress'd  with  night, 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure. 

And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 

And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  42.  (III.  3.) 

HAIL,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Bom  to  set  thy  people  free  I 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 


Address'd  their  joyful  song : 
6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
"  Good-will,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to 

"  Begin  and  never  cease."         [men, 

HYMN  44.  (C.  MO 

WHILE  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice, 
Shall  men  no  anthem  raise  ? 
O  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues, 
When  we  forget  to  praise  '. 

2  Then  let  us  swell  responsive  notes, 
And  join  the  heavenly  throng ; 

For  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
As  we,  to  wake  their  song. 

3  Good-will  to  sinful  dust  is  shown, 
And  peace  on  earth  is  given  ; 

For  lo  !  the  incarnate  Saviour  comes, 
With  news  of  joy  from  hea\ren  ! 

4  Mercy  and  truth,  with  sweet  accord, 
His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  sing, 
"  The  promis'd  child  is  born  !" 


1>> 

[>  Glory  to  God,  hi  highest  strains, 
By  highest  worlds  is  paid  ; 

Be  glory,  then,  by  us  pmclaim'd, 
And  by  our  lives  display 'd  ; 

S  Till  we  attain  those  blissful  realms, 
Where  now  our  Saviour  reigns  ; 

To  rival  tbese  celestial  choira 
In  their  immortal  strains  ! 

HYMN  45,  [II.  1.) 

HARK  !  the  herald  angel?  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-bom  King, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  Burners  reconcil'd  ! 

2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
•loin  the  triumph*  of  the  skies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim 
( 'hrist  is  born  in  Bethlehem  ! 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  ador'd, 

Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  virgin's  womb  ! 

4  Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ! 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity, 
Tleas'd,  as  man,  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  now  Emanuel  ! 


5  Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings, 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings  ; 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 
I  Jail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace. 

HYMN  46. 

Chorus.  Shout  the  glad  tiding?,  exult 
ingly  sing  ; 


HYMNS. 

M  Mortals!   your  homage  be  gratefully 

bringing, 
i     And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosatuia 

arise  ; 
Ye  angels !  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 
and  the  skies. 
Chorus.  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exult- 
Ulgly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah 
is  King. 

HYMN  47.  (CM.) 

Isaiah  ix.  2 — 7. 

THE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pin'd 
Have  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  now  behold  the  dawn, 
Who  dwelt  in  death  and  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rising  Sim  of  life  '. 
The  gath'ring  nations  come, 

Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  For  thou  our  burden  hast  remov'd  ; 
Th'  oppressor's  reign  is  broke  ; 

Thy  fiery  conflict  with  the  foe 
Has  burst  his  cruel  yoke. 

1  To  us  the  promis'd  Child  is  born  : 

To  us  the  Son  is  giv'n  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 

And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 


5  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace 
For  evermore  ador'd, 

iThe  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
Tiie  mighty  Cod  and  Lord. 

Jerusalem  triumphs,   Messiah] 6  Hi::  pow'r  increasing  still  shall  spread, 
is  King. 


His  reign  no  end  shall  know 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  alwund  below. 


Zion  !  the  marvellous  story  be  te"ina, 
The  Son  of  the.  Highest,  how  lowly 
his  birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excel- 
ling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns 
upon  eariii. 

Choi  us.  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  e.<;ult- 
ui^ly  (  nm  ; 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  tajS  A*,,m«  departs,  salvation  comes, 
King. 


TWD   OF   THE    YEAR. 
II YM  (C.  !\V 

|  npiME  hastens  on  ;  ye  longing  saint3, 
j  »    .Now  raise  ypur  voices  high  •, 
LAnd  magnify  that  sovereign  love 
\YIim  h  shows  salvation  nigh. 


2  Tell  how  he  comelh,  from  nation  to 
nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth 
echo  round  ; 
How  free  to  tli.^  faithful  he  offers  salva- 
tion, 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting 
are  crown 'd. 

Chorus.  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  ajtait- 
ingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah 
is  Kins. 


Each  moment  brings  it  near : 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day  j 

y.  limine  each  closing  year. 
3  Nol  many  years  their  course  shail  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  transported  eyes. 

HYMN  49.  (C.  M.) 

St.  Luke  xiii.  6 — 9. 

SEE,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
A  barren  fig-tree  stands  •, 
Xo  fruit  it  yields,  no  blossom  bears, 
Though  planted  by  his  >"»ads 


2  From  year  to  year  the  tree  he  views, 
And  still  no  fruit  is  found  ;      [mands, 

Then  "cut  it  down,"  the  Lord  coai- 
"  Why  cumbers  it  the  ground  ?" 

3  But  lo !  the  gracious  Saviour  pleads— 
"  The  barren  fig-tree  spare, 

"Another  year  in  mercy  wait, 
"  It  yet  may  bloom  and  bear : 

4  "  But  if  my  culture  prove  in  vain, 
"  And  still  no  fruit  be  found, 

•'I  plead  no  more  ;  destroy  the  tree, 
'  And  root  it  from  thy  ground." 


NEW-YEAR. 
HYMN  50.  (L.  M.) 

THE  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care 
With  blessings  crowns  each  op'ning 
year, 
My  scanty  span  doth  still  prolong, 
And  wakes  anew  mine  annual  song. 

2  How  many  precious  souls  are  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  to  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  period  run  ! 

3  We  yet  survive  ;  but  who  can  say, 

"  Or  through  this  year,  or  month,  or  day, 
"  I  shall  retain  this  vital  breath, 
"  Thus  far,  at  least,  in   league  with 
death :" 

4  That  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  my  soul's  abode  ; 
It  holds  its  life  from  thee  alone, 

On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

5  To  thee  our  spirits  we  resign, 
Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine  ; 
So  shall  they  live  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising 

year. 

6  Thy  children  panting  to  be  gone, 
May  bid  the  tide  of  time  roll  on. 
To  land  thenvon  that  happy  shore, 
Where  years  and  death  are  known  no 

more. 

7  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  that  place  ; 
No  groans,  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Resounding  from  immortal  tongues : 

8  No  more  alarms  from  ghostly  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
Dut  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

9  O,  long  expected  year  i  begin 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  wo  and  sin  •, 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  with  God. 
HYMN  51.  (C.  M.) 

AS  o'er  the  past  my  mem'ry  strays, 
Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh ? 


HYMNS.  13 

'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepar'd  to  die. 

2  The  world  and  worldly  tilings  belov'd 
My  anxious  thoughts  employ'd  ; 

And  time  unhallow'd,  unimprov'd, 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 

3  Yet,  holy  Father,  wild  despair 
Chase  from  my  lab'ring  breast ; 

Thy   grace   it  is  which  prompts   the 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest,     [prayer, 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine  I 
And  when  thy  sure  decree 

Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
O  speed  my  soul  to  Thee  1 


EPIPHANY. 

HYMN  52.  (S.  M.) 

Isaiah  li.  7 — 10. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongue3, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-Ring, 
"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  this  heavenly  light '. 

Prophet*  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  hreaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  • 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

HYMN  53.  (II.  5.) 

Isaiah  lx.  &c. 

RISE,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial 
Salem  rise ! 
Exalt  thy  tow 'ring  head  and  lift  thine 

eyes ! 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide 

display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day  ! 
2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts 

adom, 
See    future   soii3   and    daughters    yet 

unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skiea  . 


Ii2 


M  HYJVL\-S. 

3  See   barb'rous  nations  at  thy   gates 

attend, 

Walk  in  thy  light,  and  In  thy  temple 
bend  ! 

See  thy  bright  a\tars  Uirong'd  with  pros- 
trate kings, 

While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute 
brings ! 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,   the  skies  to 

smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt 

away  ; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power 

remains — 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah 

reigns. 

HYMN  54.  (II.  6.) 

rsalm  lxxii. 

HAIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppiession, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy, 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong, 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing,. 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight.  • 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 

And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers. 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  righteousness,  hi  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 
And  daily  vows,  ascend  ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever  •, 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

HYMN  55.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  ii.  2 — 5 


Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion'a  lull 
Sliall  lighten  every  land  ; 

The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  tow 're 
SiialJ  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 
His  judgments  truth  shall  guide  , 

His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  jvst, 
And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 

5  For  peaceful  implements  shall  men 
Exchange  their  swords  and  Epears  ; 

Nor  shall  they  study  war  again 
Throughout  those  happy  years. 

6  Come,  O  ye  house  of  Jacob !  coine 
To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 

And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  graces  shine. 

LEjXT. 
HYMN  56.  (III.  I.j 

Litauy. 

SAVIOUR,  when  in  dust,  to  thee 
Low  We  bow  th'  adoring  knee  ; 


When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes  ; 
O,  by  all  thy  pains  and  wo, 
SurTer'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  thnme  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  yerm<, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fcate. 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 
In  the  lonely  wilderness : 
By  thy  vict'ry  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  pow'r ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 
By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  thy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thom  ; 
By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries  ; 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice  ; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye , 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  pow'r  from  death  to  save  ; 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 


o 


'ER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God  £o  thy  throne  in  heav'n  restor'd, 


In  latter  days  shall  rise? 
Above  the  summits  of  the  lulls, 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  flow  ; 


Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

HYMN  57.  (L.  Hi) 

MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee 


HYMNS. 


15 


Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with 

earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heav'nly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  all  my  purest  joys  forego  ? 
'i  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
Thy  grace,  O  Lord,  can  draw  me  thence : 

1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

HYMN  58.  (C  M.) 

ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  ! 
What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven,  O  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  com- 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  1       [plain, 

My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears ! 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope. 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail.  • 

5  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 
:  Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 

My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way,. 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

HYMN  59.  (C.  M.) 

HOW  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls, "  Return  ;" 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O,  take  the  wand'rer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 

And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wond'rous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power. 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  fiee,  so  sweet, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 

O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


HYMN  60.  (L.  M.) 

OTHOU,  to  whose  all  searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart ;  it  looks  to  thee, 
O  burst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  remove  its  dross, 
Bind  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 

B?  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou,  my  way  ; 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  harm,  wliile  thou,  my  God,  art  near 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart 

5  Saviour !  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untir'd,  I  follow  thee : 

O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill. 

See  Hymns  on  Repentance. 

PASSION  WEEK,  AND   GOOD 

FRIDAY. 

HYMN  61.  (III.  4.) 

Isaiah  Ixiii.  1 — 4. 

WHO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
All  his  raiment  stain  'd  with  blood 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good ; 
Glorious  hi  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  ? 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 
Trav'lling  onward  in  his  might ; 

'Tis  the  Saviour,  O  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquer'd,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining  Q 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining, 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain  * 
Fall'n  they  are,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  for  ever, 
Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won  ! 

Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done ! 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  foes; 
Thou  hast  heal'd  thy  people's  woes  I. 

HYMN  62.  (L.  M.) 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  crosa 
On  which  the  prince  of  glory  died , 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 
2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 
Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  myGoa. 


lti  HYMNS 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  meet, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See,  from  liis  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
borrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  a  Saviour's  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small } 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 
HYMN  63.  (C.  M.) 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  Uie  love  that  him  inclin'd 
To  Weed  and  die  for  me ! 

2  Dark,  how  he  groans  I  while  nature 

shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  I  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 
"  Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  ; 

See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious 
And  in  full  glory  shine  ;  [chain, 

0  Lamb  of  God !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 

HYMN  64.  (C.  M.) 

MY  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood, 
Methought  once  turn'd  his  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and   own'd  the 
And  plung'd  me  in  despair ;      [guilt, 

1  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

4  Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive  r 

"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
"  I  die,  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue, 

(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seais  my  pardon  too. 

HYMN  65.  (C.  M.) 


Wherefore  do  earthquakes  cleave  the 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ?  [ground  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize ! 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black  ! 

Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies ! 

.'}  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree, 

His  all  atoning  blood  ! 
Is  this  the  Infinite:'  'tis  he, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 

1  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 
For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 

My  sins  gave  sharu/iess  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  ev'ry  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 
Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 

O  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain  ! 

HYMN  86.  (L.  M.) 

St.  John  xix.  HO. 
?HPIS  fiiiish'd — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
Jt    And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and 
died  •. 
'Tis  finish'*! — yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won. 

2  'Tis  fmish'd — all  that  heaven  decreed. 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 
Is  now  fidfill'd,  as  long  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  ; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — this,  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  lie  redeem'd  from  death. 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd — heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiPd  ; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness,  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 
'Tis  finish'*1— let  the  echo  fly  [and  sky. 
Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth 

HYMN  67.  (L.  M.) 

For  the  Jews. 

HIGH  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string  ? 
Still  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing  ? 

2  Awake !  thy  loudest  raptures  raise  j 
Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains : 
Thy  promis'd  King  liis  sceptre  sways ; 


|7 ROM  whence  these  direful  omens  Behold,  thy  own  Messiah  reigns 


J-        round, 
Which  lieaven  ?jid  earth  amaze  ? 


3  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 
And,  weeping,  think  on  Jordan's  flood ; 


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In  every  clime  behold  a  home  ; 
In  ev'ry  temple  see  thy  God. 

4  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require ; 
No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain  •, 
Thy  friehds  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 
And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 

5  Then  why  on  bending  willows  hung, 
Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string? 
Why  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 
And  Zion's  song  delays  to  sing? 

EASTER. 

HYMN  68.  (C.  M.) 

1  Cor.  v.  8.    Rom.  vi.  9,  10, 11. 

SINCE  Christ  our  Passover  is  slain, 
A  sacrifice  for  all, 
Let  all,  with  thankful  hearts,  agree 
To  keep  the  festival : 

2  Not  with  the  leaven,  as  of  old, 
Of  sin  and  malice  fed  ; 

But  witli  unfeign'd  sincerity, 
And  truth's  unleaven'd  bread. 

3  Christ  being  raised  by  power  divine, 
And  rescu'd  from  the  grave, 

Shall  die  no  more  ;  death  shall  on  him 
No  more  dominion  have. 

4  For  that  he  died,  twas  for  cur  sins 
He  once  vouchsaf 'd  to  die : 

But  that  he  lives,  he  lives  to  God 
For  all  eternity. 

5  So  count  yourselves  as  dead  to  sin, 
But  graciously  restor'd, 

And  made,  henceforth,  alive  to  God, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

HYMN  69.  (III.  1.) 

CHRIST  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day, 
* Sons  of  men  and  angels  say : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sirig  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply  I 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  vict'ry  won : 
Jesus'  agony  is  o'er, 

Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  ; 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise — 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 
HYMN  70.  (L.  M.) 

Col.  iii.  1,  2. 

YE  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 
If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 
Superior  to  the  joys  below, 
His  resurrection's  power  declare : 
2* 


2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove, 
By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven, 

And  seek  the  glorious  things  above. 
And  follow    Christ,  your    head,  to 
heaven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 
Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 

In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  power  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire, 
Contending  for  your  destin'd  place, 

And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

HYMN  71.  (C.  M.) 

1  Cor.  xv.  20,  21,  22.     Col.  iii.  1. 

CHRIST  from  the  dead  is  rais'd,  and 
The  First  Fruits  of  the  tomb;  [made 
For,  as  by  man  came  death,  by  man. 
Did  resurrection  come. 

2  For,  as  in  Adam  all  mankind 
Did  guilt  and  death  derive  ; 

So,  by  the  righteousness  of  Christ, 
Shall  all  be  made  alive. 

3  If  then  ye  risen  are  with  Christ, 
Seek  only  how  to  get 

The  things  which  are  above,  where 
At  God's  right  handis  set.       [Chpst 

ASCEJVSIOJV. 
HYMN  72.  (L.  M) 

HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
Lo !    Salem's    daughters    weep 
around ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground ! 

2  Ye  saints  approach !  the  anguish  view, 
Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load; 

He  gives  his  precious  fife  for  you, 
For  you  be  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree ! 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  meh ! 

But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  I- 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  deliv'rer  reigns ; 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains ! 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever  glorious  King, 

"  Bomtoredeem,  instruct,  and  save!'* 

Then  ask — "  O  death,where  is  thy  sting*. 

"  And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave!** 

HYMN  73.  (L.  M.) 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 


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HYMNS. 


The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way  !" 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

4  "  VVlio  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  r" 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world, sin, death, and hetl o'erthrew, 
And  Jesus  is  the  conq'ror's  name. 

5  Lo !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 

*•  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  1" 

6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  power  possess'd, 

The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd. 

WHITSUNDAY. 
HYMN  74.  (C.  M.) 

C*OME,  holy  Ghost !  Creator,  come, 
J  Inspire  these  souls  of  thine  ; 
Till  every  heart  which  thou  hast  made 
Be  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 
1   Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 
The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'st 
God's  law  in  each  true  heart ; 

The  promise  of  the  Father,  thou 
Dost  heavenly  speech  impart. 

4  Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 
Thy  sacred  love  embrace  ; 

Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 
With  thy  celestial  grace. 

5  Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 
And  give  us  peace  within, 

That,  by  thy  guidance  blest,  we  may 
Escape  the  snares  of  sin. 

■6  Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess, 
And  Son,  from  death  reviv'd, 

And  tljee,  with  both,  O  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  art  from  both  deriv'd. 

HYMN  75.  (C.  M.) 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

3  See  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 

^Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go. 
To  reach  eternal  joys \ 


3  [n  vain  we  tune  our  lifeleaa  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ! 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers  ; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  76.  (C.  M.) 

HE'S  come !  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
All  hearts  new  joy  resume  ; 
Sing,  ye  redeem 'd,  with  one  consent, 
"  The  Comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love. 
Could  God  on  man  bestow  ? 

Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below  ! 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  may  each  soul 
Thy  sacred  influence  feel ; 

Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal ! 

4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 
Those  checks  which  we  should  know 

Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way  j 
Thou  giv'st  us  strength  to  go. 

TRINITY  SUNDAY. 
HYMN  77.  (L.  M.) 

OHOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Bright  in    thy  deeds  and   hi  thy 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd,      [name, 
Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim  • 

2  O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 
To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 
Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day  ! 

3  O  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 
Ttljy  praises  ring   through    earth    and 
heav'n  ! 

4  <3<3od  triune  !  to  thee  we  owe 
Our  every  thought,  our  every  song  •, 
And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  serapn's  burning  tongue! 
HYMN  78.  (L.  M.) 

FATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  tiiy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend  I 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  •, 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend  ! 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  rais'd  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 

'To  us  thy  quick'ning  pow'r  extend  I 


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4  Jehovah!  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Bfysterioua  Godhead,  Three  in  one  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend  ! 
HYMN  79.  (II- 4.) 

WE  give  immortal  praise 
To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  all  our  hopes  above : 
He  sent  his  own 

Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  sins 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  sav'd  us  by  his  blood 

From  everlasting  wo : 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit,  praise 
And  endless  worship  give, 

Whose  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live : 
His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !  to  thee 
Be  endless  honours  done  ; 

The  sacred  Persons  three, 
The  Godhead  only  one : 
Where  reason  fails 

With  all  her  pow'rs, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

FAST-DAY. 

HYMN  80.  (C.  M.) 

ALMIGHTY  Lord !  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  1 
'Tis  on  thy  pard'ning  grace  alone 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  pow'r  display  \ 

Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  chang'd,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 
For  error,  guilt  and  shame  ! 

What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name ! 

4  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 
Convert  us  by  thy  grace  ; 

Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then,  should  oppressing  foes  invade, 
We  will  net  sink  in  fear ; 

Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
When  God,  our  God,  is  near. 


HYMN  81.  <IU.  3  ) 

DREAD  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations, 
From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Ilear  thy  people's  supplications, 
Now  for  their  deliv 'ranee  rise  • 

2  Lo !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend  ; 

Hear  us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning, 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confound 

ing,  . 
Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding, 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

4  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression, 
Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression, 
Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 
HYMN  82.  (L.  M.) 

Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 
]VrOW  may  the  God  of  grace  and  pow'r 
±*  Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  j 
Defend  them  in  the  needful  hour, 
And  send  deliv'rance  from  on  high 

2  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 

Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

3  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war, 
And   some  of  chariots   make  their 

Our  surest  expectations  are        [boasts  ; 
From  thee,the  Lord  of  heavenly  hosts ! 

4  Then  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
And  let  our  trust  be  firm  and  strong, 

Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 
And  hymns  of  peace  concludeour  song 

THAJYKSGiriJVG-DA  Y. 
HYMN  83.  Pare  1.(111.9.) 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ : 
All  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow. 

2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain ; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  Clouds  that  drop  their  fatt'ning  dews, 
Suns  that  genial  warmth  diffuse, 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich  o'erflowing  stores ; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

4  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss  and  public  wealth, 


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Knowledge,  with  its  gladd'ning  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams  ; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 
Part  2. 

5  Yet,  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  rip'ning  ear  : 
Though  the  sick'ning  flock  should  fall, 
And  the  herd  desert  the  stall ; 

Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Should  thine  alter'd  hand  restrain 
Th'  early  and  the  latter  rain, 
Blast  each  op'ning  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy  ; 

Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

7  Life  and  grace,  whate'er  our  wo, 
Still  to  thee,  our  Uod,  we  owe  •, 
Though  of  earthly  hopes  bereft, 
Yet  our  hope  of  heaven  is  left  ; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

HYMN  84.  (CM.) 

FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 
The  sower  hid  the  grain, 

Thy  goodness  mark'd  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord, 

was  thine, 
The  plants  in  beauty  grew  ; 
Thou  gav'stthe  summer's  suns  to  shine, 
The  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 
Matur'd  the  swelling  grain  , 

A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway : 
Thy  hand  all  nature  hails  ; 

Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter  fails. 

HYMN  85.  (L.  M.) 

For  Public  Mercies  and  Deliverances. 

SALVATION  doth  to  God  belong. 
His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our 
From  him  alone  all  mercies  flow,   [song ; 
His  arm  alone  subdues  the  foe '. 

2  Then  prai*e  this  God,  who  bows  his 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer ;      [ear 
And  though  deliv'rance  he  may  stay, 
Yet  answers  still  in  his  own  day. 

3  O  may  this  goodness  lead  our  land, 
Still  sav'd  by  thine  almighty  hand, 


The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King  •, 

4  Till  ev<Bry  public  temple  raise 
A  song  of  triumph  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  every  peaceful,  private  home, 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

5  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  Fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

VII.    ORDINANCES   AND 
SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 
BAPTISM. 
HYMN  m.—Muhlenburgh.    (III.  3.) 
^J  A  VIOUR !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 
•^  With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share  ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 
Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm — 

There,  we  know — thy  word  believing — 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never  from  thy  pasture  roving, 
Let  them  be  the  Lion's  prey  ; 

Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 
Keep  them  all  life's  dang'rous  way  • 

4  Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal, 
Let  them  find  a  resting  place  ; 

Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  87.  (S.  M.) 

THE  gentle  Saviour  calls 
Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 
"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 

"  The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
'  For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee, 

Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

HYMN  88.  (S.  M.) 

Of  Adults. 

Ephesians  vi.  10 — 13. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ  arise, 
And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
Through  his  eternal  Son.  [plies 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  pow'r, 

Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endu'd  ; 


HYMSS. 


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And  take  to  arm  yon  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God : 
4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  behold  your  vict'ry  won, 

$.nd  stand  complete  at  last. 

COjYFIRMjI  TIOJY. 
HYMN  89.  (L.  M.) 

O  HAPPY  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  thy  goodness  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond  !  that  seals  my  vows, 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  rill  his  house, 
While  to  his  sacred  throne  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 
Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to  make  me  thine  ; 
Help  me,  through  grace,  to  follow  on, 
Glad  to  confess  thjr voice  divine. 

4  Here  rest,  my  oft  divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest ; 
Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to 

part, 
When  call'd  on  angels'  food  to  feast. 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn 

vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

HYMN  90.  (C.  M.) 

WITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels,  now  ; 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  natiye  strength, 
But  on  his  grace  rely, 

That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 

And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 
HYMN  91.    -  (C.  M.) 

YOUTH,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord, 
Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flow'r,  though  offer 'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  'Tis  easier  far  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes ; 
For  sinners  who  grow  old  in  sin 

Are  harden'd  by  their  crimes. 


3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
,Cfrace  will  preserve  our  following  years, 

And  make  our  virtues  strong. 

!  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 
Our  hearts  we  now  resign  : 

'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

HYMN  92.  (C.  M.) 

OIN  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
j  With  vital  ardour  glows, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, — 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  pow'rs 
Are  yet  by  vice  enslav'd. 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 
And  character  engrav'd : 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 
The  sunshine  of  thy  days  j 

And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways : 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the- woes  of  age, 
With  vain  regret,  deplore, 

And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd 
In  age  will  give  thee  rest : 

O  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  ev'ning  blest ! 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 
HYMN  93.  (C.  M.) 

Rev.  v.  12,  9,  &c. 

THOU,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  pow'r, 
Art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Since  all  things  by  thy  power  were  made 
And  by  thy  bounty  live. 

2  And  worthy  is  the  Lamb  all  power, 
Honour,  and  wealth,  to  gain, 

Glory  and  strength ;  who  for  our  sins 
A  sacrifice  was  slain ! 

3  All  worthy  thou,  who  hast  redeem'd, 
And  ransom'd  us  to  God, 

From  every  nation,  every  coast, 
By  thy  most  precious  blood. 

4  Blessing  and  honour,  glory*  pow'r, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 

To  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb  be  given. 

HYMN  94.  (L.  M.) 

MY  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread  ? 
And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'er- 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led,    [flow  i 
And  let  them  thy  sweet  mercies  know! 
2  Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes ! 
Rich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood  \ 
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HYMNS. 


Thrice  happy  lie  who  here  partakes        |Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
That  sacred  stream,  that   heavenly  Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 


food 

3  Why  are  its  bounties  all  in  vain 
Before  unwilling  hearts  display 'd  : 

Was  not  for  you  the  victim  slain  ? 
Are  you  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 

4  O  let  thy  table  honour'd  be, 

And  furnish 'd  well  with  joyful  guests  ! 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  holy  pledges  tastes ! 


6  Let  humble,  penitential  wo, 
With  painful,  pleasing  anguish  flow  j 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart, 
Life,  hope,  and  joy,  to  every  heart. 

ordination,  or  institu- 
tion OF  MINISTERS. 

(L.  it; 


HYMN  97 

St.  Matt,  x 

5  Drawn  by  thy  quick 'ning  grace,  0./~iO  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name, 

Lord,  >•*'  Sweetly  the  gospel  trumpet  sound  ; 

In  countless  numbers  let  them  come,   The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board,    j     Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 
The  bread  that  lives  beyond  the  tomb !  ;2  The  jnvfu,  „ewg  to  a„  ^^ 

6  Nor  let  thy  spreading  gospel  rest,  And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies ; 
Till  through  the  wcrld  thy  truth  has  With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 


Till  with  ibis  bread  all  men  be  blest, 
Who  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun  J 
HYMN  95.  (C.  M.) 

AND  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God, 
Who  once  at  distance  stood  ? 
And,  to  effect  this  glorious  change, 
Did  Jesus  shed  his  blood  ? 

2  O  for  a  song  of  ardent  praise, 
To  bear  our  souls  above  ! 

What  should  allay  our  lively  hope, 
Or  damp  our  flaming  love ! 

3  Then  let  us  join  the  heavenly  choirs, 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King ! 

O  may  that  love  which  spread  this  board, 
Inspire  us  while  we  sing — 

4  "  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strain?, 
"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 

"  Good-will  from  heaven  to  men  is  come, 
"  And  let  it  never  cease !" 

HYMN  96.  (L.  M.) 

TO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord,    [ador'd, 
That  name,  in  beav'n  and  earth 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 

The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  feet, 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love  and  we  adore, 
But  long  to  know  and  love  thee  more  ; 
And,  whilst  we  taste  the  bread  and  wine, 
Desire  to  feed  on  joys  divine. 

5  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  display'd  ; 


And  wipe  the  teare  from  weeping  eyes. 

3  Be  wise  as  serpents,  where  you  go, 
But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove  : 

And  let  your   heaven-taught   conduct 
show 
That  ye-re  comrnission'd  from  above 

4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  receiv'd, 
Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give  ; 

Tims  shall  your  doctrines  be  believ'd. 
And,  by  your  Ir.bours,  sinners  live 

HYMN  98.  (L.  M.) 

St.  Mark  xvi.  15,  &c.  and  St.  Matt. 

xxviii.  }S,  &.c. 

U/~10  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the 

^J      Lord,  [ceive ; 

"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  re 

"  Explain  to  them  my  sacred  word, 

"  Bid  them  believe,  obey,  and  live. 

2  "I'll  make  my  great  commission  known, 

"  And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
"  By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
"  And  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
"  Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name ; 

"  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
"  Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews 
blaspheme. 

4  "  While  thus  ye  follow  my  commands, 
"  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 

"  All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands  •, 
"  I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  bii- 

head  ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode , 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

HYMN  99.  (L.  M.) 

THE  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  lie  rose . 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes. 


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Scatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow 

2  Hence  sprang  the  Apostle's  honour'd 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ;       [name, 
Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 

3  In  lower  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
vastors  from  hence  and  teachers  rise  ; 
Who,    though  with  feebler  rays  they 
Still  mark  a  long  extended  line,   [shine, 

From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live  ; 
Whilst,  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidst  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

5  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  all  the  courses"  of  the  sun  ; 
Whilst  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 

6  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their   hearts   shall 
know, 

The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings 

flow ; 

Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless  days. 

HYMN  100.  (L  M.) 

f^  ATHER  of  mercies  !  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer ; 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be  I 

2  How  great  their  work,  bow  vast  their 
charge  ! 

Do  thou  their  anxious  sonls  enlarge  ; 
Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe,  then,  with  energy  divine, 
Their  words,  and  let  those  words   be 

thine  ; 

To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed  ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain — 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  tips  the  joyful  sound  j 
In  humble  strains  thy 'grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new-creating  pow'r. 

6  Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains  ; 

Let    light    through'  distant   realms    be 

spread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head 

COJVSE  CRA  TIOJV  OF  A  CHUR  CH. 

HYMN  101.  (L.  M.) 

4  ND  wilt  thou',  O' Eternal  God, 
■**■  On  earth  establish  thine  abode  i 


[Then  look  propitious  from  thy  throne, 
And  take  this  temple  for  thine  own. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thine  honour  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  in  thy  praise  ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  the  rich  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  last  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here. 

MISSIONS. 
HYMN  102.  (L.  M.) 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Doe3  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  ev'ry  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms,  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  pris'ner  leaps  to  burst  Iris  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power,' 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more: 
In  him  .the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  ev-'ry  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King : 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 

HYMN  103.    •  (L.  M.) 

Psalm  cxvii. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 
Jehovah's  glorious  name  be  sung 
Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue 
2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
And  truth  eternal  is  thy  word  ;    [shore, 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to" 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

HYMN  104.  (L.M.) 

O  SPIRIT  of  the  Living  God  ! 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race  1 


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HYMNS. 


2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  heart.*  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  aliove, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Bo  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light  -, 
Confusion,  order,  m  thy  path  ; 

Soldi    without   strength    inspire    with 
might : 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Convert  the  nations  •,  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  •, 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  ev'ry  people  call  him  Lord. 

HYMN  105.  (II.  1.) 

For  Missions  to  the  new  settlements  in 

the  United  States. 

WHEN,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western 
land, 
Led  by  thy  providential  hand, 

Our  wand'ring  fathers  came,  [youth, 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth, 
To  keep  them  in  thy  name. 

2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost ; 

Thy  temples  there  arose  •, 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  pray'r, 

And  blossom 'd  as  the  rose. 

3  And  O  !  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet 

Within  our  spreading  land  I 
There,  brethren,  from  our  common  home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam  ; 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 

4  Saviour  '.  we  own  thir-  debt  of  love  : 
O  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 
Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  name, 

Through  all  our  desert  west. 

HYMN  106.  (CM.) 

Isaiah  xxxv.  2. 

ON  Zion,  and  on  Lebanon, 
On  Carmel's  blooming  height, 
On  Sharon's  fertile  plains,  once  shone 
The  glory,  pure  and  bright: 

2  From  thence  its  mild  and  cheering  ray 
Stream'd  forth  from  land  to  land  ; 

And  empires  now  behold  its  day, 
And  still  its  beams  expand. 

3  Its  brightest  splendours,  darting  west, 
Our  happy  shores  illume  ; 

Our  farther  regions,  once  unblest, 
i-  Now  like  a  garden  bloom  : 

4  But  ah !  our  desert  deep  and  wild 
See  not  this  heavenly  light ; 


No  sacred  beams,  no  radiance  mild, 
Dispel  their  dreary  night. 

5  Thou,  who  didst  lighten  Zion'a  hill 
On  Carmel  who  didst  shine, 

Our  deserts  let  thy  glory  fill, 
Thy  excellence  divine ! 

6  Like  Lebanon,  in  tow'ring  pride, 
May  Jill  our  forests  smile  ; 

And  may  our  borders  blossom  wide, 
Like  Sharon's  fruitful  soil ! 
HYMN  107.— Bp.  Hcber.     (U.  6.) 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us' to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breczrs 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle  ; 

Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn  -, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 

gliall  we,  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  '.  oh,  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

lias  leamt  Messiah's  name ! 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 

Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom  M  nature 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN  108.  (L.  M.) 

For  the  Jews. 
ISOWN'D  of  heaven,  by  man  op 
prest,  .  . 

Outcasts  from  Zion's  hallow'd  ground, 
Wherefore  should  Israel's  sons,  once 
blest 
Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around  > 


D1 


3  Lord  !  visit  thy  forsaken  race, 

Back  to  thy  fold  the  wand'icrs  bring  j 
Teach  them  to  s-eek  thy  slighted  mace, 

And  hail  in  Christ  their  promis'd  King. 
3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain 

Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious 
The  sever'd  olive  branch  again     [light  j 

Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 


HYMNS. 


4  Hail,  glorious  day,  expected  long '. 
When  Jew  aud  Greek  one  prayer 
shall  pour, 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 

With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore. 

HYMN  109.  (IV.  1.) 

Rev.  xv.  3,  4. 

HOW  wondrous  and  great 
Thy  works,  God  of  praise  ! 
How  just,  King  of  saints, 

And  true,  are  thy  ways  ! 
O  who  shall  not  fear  thee, 
And  honour  thy  name  ! 
Thcu  only  art  holy, 
Thou  only  supreme ! 

2  To  nations  long  dark 

Thy  light  shall  be  shown  ; 
Their  worship  and  vows 

Shall  come  to  thy  throne  : 
Thy  truth  and  thy  judgments 

shall  spread  all  abroad, 
Till  earth's  ev'ry  people 

Confess  thee  their  God.  .  ~ 

FOR    SUNDAY  AjYD   CHARITY 

SCHOOLS. 

HYMN  110.  (II.  4.) 

Children  and  Congregation, 

Children. 

COME  let  our  voices  join, 
In  one  glad  song  of  praise  ; 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 
Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise : 

Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  praise  belongs  •> 
His  love  demands  your  earliest  songs. 

Children. 

2  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  book  of  life  divine  ; 

Where  our  Redeemer's  love, 
And  brightest  glories  shine : 

Congregation. 
To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 

Children. 

3  Within  these  hallow'd  walls, 
Our  wand'ring  feet  are  brought ; 

Where  pray'rand  praise  ascend, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught : 

Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  off 'rings  bring; 
Here  in  his  church  his  praises  sing. 

Children. 

4  For  blessings  such  as  these, 
Our  gratitude  receive ; 

juord,  here  accept  our  hearts, 
'Tis  all  that  we  can  give  : 
3 


Congregation. 
Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs  ; 
To  thee  alone  their  praise  belongs. 

Both. 
5  Lord,  bid  this  work  of  love 

Be  crown'd  with  meet  success ; 
May  thousands  yet  unborn, 

This  institution  bless : 
Thus  shall  the  praise  resound  to  thee, 
Now,  and  through  all  eternity. 
HYMN  111.— Montgomery.      (III.  1  ) 

GLORY  to  the  Father  give, 
God  in  whom  we  move  and  live  , 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear, 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

■2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 
Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King . 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain, 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
He  reclaims  the  sinner  lost ; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire 

4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 
To  the  blessed  'Trinity, 
For  the  Gospel  from  above, 
For  the  word  that  -'God  is  Jove." 

HYMN  112.  (C.  M.) 

"V^/HEN  Jesus  left  his  heavenly  tbrone 

'  '    He  chose  an  humble  birth ; 
Like  us  unhonour'd  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth  : 

2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below 
In  wisdom's  paths  of  peace  ; 

Like  him,  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  his  words  and  kind  his  look 
When  mothers  round  him  press'd  ; 

Their  infants  in  his  arms  he  took, 
And  on  his  bosom  bless'd  : 

4  Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  harms, 
Beneath  his  watchful  eye, 

O,  thus  encircled  in  his  arms, 
May  we  for  ever  lie  ! 

HYMN  113.  (L.  M.) 

LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  : 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray ; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below  ; 
Not  all  that  earth  and  sin  can  say 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  O  write  upon  my  meni'ry,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  word  ; 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before 

Kk3 


26  HYMNS 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  tilings 

divine. 
Fill  up  thi-<  sinful  heart  of  mine  ; 
That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 
[  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God 

HYMN  114.  M.) 

MERCY,  descending  from  above, 
]  ii  softest  accents  pleads  ■, 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes ! 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 

And  their  Creator  love. 


Deignst  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 


3  Delightful  work  !  young  touis  to  win; 
And  turn  the.  rising  race 

From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  their  .Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thine  influence  shed 
To  aid  this  blest  design  ; 

The  honour  of  thy  nnma  he  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  tbiae. 

CHARITABLE  OCCASION'S. 
HYMN  115.         (CM.) 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  Boft'ning 
Feels  all  another's  pain  ;        [heart 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Js  never  rais'd  in  vain  : 

2  Whose  breast  responds  with  gen  'ions  Mercy,  ev'ry  i^rrow  shar.np 
A  stranger's  wo  to  feel :       i  warmth,      w»™»  u'e  heart  nacmbflng  thee. 

Who  weeps  in  pitv  o'er  the  wound         8  Ftill  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 
He  wants  the  pWr  to  i:eal.  Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care  ; 

3  To  gentle  offices  of  love  Screen \1  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Iris  feet  are  never  slow  <  Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 

He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye,  |  Hallelujah.    Amen 

A  brother  in  a  foe. 


2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 
Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light ; 

So  the  high  and  humble  station 
Both  are  equal  in  thy  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 
Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue 

Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung  : 

4  When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  pleasure 
Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shaft  bind  ; 

To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind. 
Chorus. 
These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

5  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 
Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain,  . 

Grateful,  then  shaft  take  the  blessing, 
But  not  search  the  bough  again. 
us.    These,  &c. 

6  When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 
Gladdens  thine  autumnal  scene, 

Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
Rut  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean 
Chorus.    These,  &c. 

7  Ftill  we  read  thy  word  declaring 
Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree  ; 


4  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown  ; 

And  mercy,  from  above. 
Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 

The  Christian  law  of  love. 
HYMN  116.  (C.  M.) 

RICH  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die, 
With  God  laid  up  in  store  ;    ' 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 

Blighter  than  go'.den  ore. 
3  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scatter'd  heie  below, 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay  ; 
Grace  shall  the  hunibie  gift  receive, 

Abounding  grace  repay. 

HYMN  117.  (III.  30 

IORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
-i  Tho'i,  hi  fViry  nnconfin'd. 


TO  BE  USED  AT  SEA. 
HYMN  118.         (L.  M.') 

G"<  OD  of  the  seas  !  thine  aw  fui  voice 
T  Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  sink  theifi  silent  on  the  sand. 

2  The  smallest  fish,  that  swims  the  seas. 
Sportful,  to  thee  a  tribute  pays  ; 

And  largest  monsters  of  the  deep. 
At  thy  command,  or  rage  or  sleep. 

3  Thus  is  thy  glorious  power  ador'd 
Among  the.  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 

Yet  men,  who  trace  the  dangerous  waves, 
Forget  the  mighty  God  who  saves  I 

HYMN  119.  (IV.  5.) 

:!  Save ,  Lord!   or  ice  perish."    Matt. 

viii.  25. 

WHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild 
tempest  is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  light- 
ning is  gleaming, 


HYMNS, 

Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  pooi  seaman [Bethesda 'a  bath  refiis'd  to  save, 

to  cherish,  !  Unless  an  angel  bless'd  the  wave. 

We  fly  to  our  Maker:    "Save,  Lord  !  3  Ail  med'cine*  act  by  thy  decree, 


or  we  perish." 


'  Receive  commission  ail  from  thee 


2  O  Jesus,  once  rock'd  on  the  breast  of  |And  nota  plant  which  spreads  the  plains, 
the  billow,  i But  teems  with  health,  when  Heaven 

Arous'd  by  the  shriek  of  despair  froml  ordains. 

thy  pillow,  1 4  clay  and  Siloam's  pool,  we  find, 

Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, ;  At  heaven's  command  restor'd  the  blind ; 

Who  cries  in  his  anguish, "  Save,  Lord  !  And  Jordan's  waters  hence  were  seen 


or  we  perish." 

3  And  O  '.  when  the  whirlwind  of  pas- 

„TV      sion  is  raging,  -    -        | Grant  me  to  know  and  do  thy  will; 

When  sin  in  our  nearts  its  wild  warfare  Pm.ge  my  foul  goul  frQm  eveiy  ^^ 

„.       b  waging,  , ,  And  save  me  from  eternal  pain. 

Then  send  down  thy  Spirit  thy  ransom'd  i 
to  cherish, 


I  To  wash  a  Syrian  leper  clean. 
5  But  grant  me  nobler  favours  still, 


6  Can  such  a  wretch  for  pardon  sue  ? 
Rebuke  the  destroyer;  "Save,  Lord  !  My  crimes,  my  crimes  arise  in  view, 


or  we  perish.' 
HYMN  120. 


(C.  SI.) 


Arrest  my  trembling  tongue  in  prayei, 
And  pour  the  horrors  of  despair. 


Which  may  be  used  at  Sea  or  on  Land.  \7  But  thou,  regard  my  contrite  sighs, 
T  ORD !  for  the  just  thou  dost  provide,  My  tortur'd  breast,  my  streaming  eyes  j 


Thou  art  their  sure  defence  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 


To  me  thy  boundless  love  extend, 
My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend. 

8  These  lovely  names  I  ne'er  could  plead, 


2  Though  they  through  foreign  lands  Had  not  thy  Son  vouchsafed  to  bleed  ; 


should  roam, 
And  breathe  the  tainted  air 
In  burning  climates,  far  from  home, 
Yet  thou,  then  God,  art  there. 

3  Thy  goodness  sweetens  ev'ry  soil, 
ilakes  every  country  please  : 

Thou  on  the  snowy  bills  dost  smile, 
And  smooth'st  the  rugged  seas ! 

4  When  waves  on  wave;,  to  heaven 
Defy'd  the  pilot's  aft;         [uprear'd, 

When  terror  in  each  fhce  appear 'd, 
And  sorrow  in  each  heart ; 

5  To  thee  I  rais'd  my  humble  prayer, 
To  snatch  me  from  the  grave  \ 

1  found  thine  ear  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  short  thine  arm  tp  save  ! 

6  Thou  gav'sl  the  word — the  winds  did 
The  storms  obey'd  thy  will,     [cease, 

The  raging  sea  was  hush'd  in  peace, 
And  ev'ry  wave  was  still ! 

7  For  this  my  life,  in  every  state, 
A  life  of  praise  shall  be  ; 

A  nd  deathl  when  death  shall  be  my  fate, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

FOR   THE  SICK. 
HYMN  121.  (L.  M.) 

WrHEN  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are 
nigh, 
Past  mercies  teach  me  where  to  fly : 
Thine  ana,  Almighty  God,  can  aid, 
When  sickness  grieves,and  pains  invade.  1 

2  To  all  the  various  helps  of  art 
Kindly  thy  healing  power  impart  j 


His  blood  procures  our  fallen  race 
Admittance  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

9  When  sin  has  shot  its  poison'd  dart, 
And  conscious  guilt  corrodes  the  heart, 
His  blood  is  all-sumcient  found 

To  draw  the  shaft  and  heal  the  wound. 

10  What  arrows  pierce  so  deep  as  sin  ? 
What  venom  gives  such  pain  within } 
Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 
Rebuke  my  pangs,  and  make  me  whole. 

11  O  !  if  I  trust  thy  sov'reign  skill, 
And  bow  submissive  to  thy  will, 
Sickness  and  death  shall  both  agree 
To  bring  me,  Lord,  at  last  to  thee 

'    HYMN  122.'  (CM.) 

On  Recovery  from  Sickness. 

WHEN  we  are  rais'd  from  Seep  dis- 
Our  God  deserves  our  song ;  [tress, 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 

If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Command  them  fast  again. 

3  V) 'lien  he  but  speaks  the  healing  word, 
Then  no  disease  withstands  ; 

Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly,  as  he  commands. 

4  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break. 
He  can  our  frame  restore, 

And  cast  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more.. 


23 


5  To  liiui  I  cried,  "  Tliy  servant  save, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  just  •, 
' '  Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 

"  Thy  power  is  all  my  trust  I" 
f>  He heard,ahdsav,d my  soulfrom  death, 

And  dried  my  filling  tears  -, 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breathy 

Through  my  remaining  year-;. 

HYMN  123.  (L.  MO 

On  the  same. 

MY  God,  since  thou  hast  rais'd  me  up, 
Thee  I'll  extol  with  thankful  voice; 
Restor'd  hv  thine  Almighty  pow'r, 
With  fear  before  thee  I'll  rejoice. 

2  With  troubles  worn,  with  pain  op- 

pressed, 
To  thee  I  cry'd,  and  thou  didst  save  ; 
Thou  didst  support  my  sinking  hopes, 
My  life  didst  rescue  from  the  grave. 

3  Wherefore,  ye  saints,  rejoice  with  mo, 
With  me  sing  praises  to  the  Lord  ; 

Call  all  his  goodness  to  your  mind, 
And  all  his  faithfulness  record. 

4  His  anger  is  but  short :  his  love, 
Which  is  our  life,  hath  certain  stay, 

Grief  may  continue  for  a  night, 
But  joy  returns  with  rising  day. 

5  Then,  what  I  vow'd  in  my  distress, 
In  happier  hours  I  now  will  give, 

And  strive  that  in  my  grateful  verse, 
His  praises  may  for  ever  live. 

G  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  blest  and  undivided  three  ; 

The  one  sole  giver  of  all  life, 
Glory  and  praise  for  ever  be. 

FUNERALS. 
HYMN  124.  (C.  M.) 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  de- 
To  those  in  Christ  who  die  !    [elates 
«  Releas'd  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
"  They'll  reign  with  him  on  high." 

2  Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 

Death's  but  tlie  servant  Jesus  sends 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

3  If  sin  be  pardonM,  we're  secure, 
Death  hath  no  sting  beside  ; 

The  law  gave  sin  its  strength  and  power; 
But  Christ,  our  ransom,  died  ! 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd, 
When  in  the  grave  he  lay  ; 

And,  rising  thence,  their  hopes  he  rais'd 
To  everlasting  day  ! 

5  Then,  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 
To  Christ,  our  life,  we'll  sing, 

"  Where  is  thy  victory,  O  grave  r 
."And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting?" 


HYMNS. 

HYMN  125.  (C.  M.J 

VI^HKN*  those  we  love  are  snatch'd 


By  death's  resistless  hand,  [away 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
That  friendship  must  demand. 

■2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

With  awful  |x>wer  imprest ; 
May  this  dread  truth,  "  I  too  must  die,'" 

Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  allure  no  more  •, 

Behold  the  op'ning  tomb  •, 
It  bids  ns  use  t  lie  present  hour, — 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  instructive  scene 
May  every  heart  obey  ! 

Nor  be  the  faithful  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray 

5  O  let  ns  to  that  Saviour  fly, 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save  ; 

Then  shall  our  hnjies  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

HYMN  12G.  (C.  M.) 

Death  of  a  Yuun-g  Person. 

HOW  short  the  race  our  friend  has 
Cut  down  in  al!  his  bloom  !     [run, 
The  course  but  yesterday  begun 
Now  finish'd  in  the  tomb  ! 

2  Thou  joyous  youth  !  hence  leam  how 
Thy  veirs  may  end  their  flight :   [soon 

Long,  long  before  life's  brilliant  noon 
May  come  death's  gloomy  night. 

3  To  serve  thy  God  no  longer  wait, 
To-day  his  voice  regard  ; 

To-morrow,  mercy's  open  gate 
May  be  for  ever  barr'd. 

1  And  thus  the  Lord  reveals  his  grace 
Thy  vouthful  love  to  gain— 

The  soul  that  early  seeks  my  face 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

HYMN  127.  (L.  M.) 

Death  of  an  Infant. 
t  S  the  sweet  flow'r  that  scents  the 
■/»•      morn, 

But  withers  in  the  rising  day  ; 

Thus  lovelv  was  this  infant's  dawn 

Tims  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 

2  It  died  ere  its  expanding  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires, 
Had  ever  spurn'd  at  heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quench'd  its  sacred  tires. 

3  It  died  to  sin,  it  died  to  cares, 

But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod  :— 
O  mourner!  such,  the  Lord  declares, 
Such  are  the  children  of  our  God  ! 


HYMNS. 


VIII.    INVITATION  AND 
WARNING. 

HYMN  123.        (III.  1.) 

SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Hade  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die? 
2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Lied  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransom 'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

4 Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
fie  who' all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  ycu  to  embrace  his  love; 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
0,  ye  dj'ihfj  sinners,  why; 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die  ? 

HYMN  129.         (III.  1.) 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom ,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  biun, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest  5 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 

Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

HYMN  130.  (II.  3.) 

PEACE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plain- 
tive moan ' 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  of  wo ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  wound. 
2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  opprest, 
-  On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load  -, 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour '.  glorioiis  word  ! 
O  hear,  behsve,  and  bless  the  Lord ! 
3* 


29 

(S.  M., 


HYMN  131. 

Rer.  xxii.  17,  20. 

THE  Spirit,  jn  our  hearts, 
Is  whisp'ring,  sinner,  come  ; 
.  The  Bride,  the  church  ofChrist,  proclaims 

To  all  his  children,  come  ! 
2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  come ! 
I  Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 

To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come ! 
1 3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 

'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 
|4Lo!  Jesus,  who  invites, 
1     Declares,  I  quickly  come : 
j  Lord,  even  so !  I  wait  thy  hour ; 

1  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come ! 

HYMN  132.  (C.  M.) 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
:  For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 
In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 

But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 
To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 

j  'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
'Tis  here  our  hope  relies ; 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 
1 5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 
!     The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 

,  With  bliss  divinely  free. 
6  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty  love, 

What  honours  shall  we  raise  ! 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

IX.    CHRISTIAN  DUTIES 
AND  AFFECTIONS. 

PRj9  YER. 
HYMN  133.  (C  M.) 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  hurden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin 
By  Satan  sorely  preas'd, 


30  HYMNS. 

By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 

1  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  "  Thou  hast  died." 

5  O  wondrous  love !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 

HYMN  134.  (C.  M.) 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 

The  upward  glancingof  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 

The  watch- word  at  the  gates  of  death ; — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways  ; 

While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays !" 

6  In  prayer,  on  earth,  the  saints  are  one  ; 
They're  one  in  word  and  mind  ; 

When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 


O 


REPEJYTJ1JVCE. 

HYMN  135.         (L.  M.) 

THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
'  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight : 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford  ; 


And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throna 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just , 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways. 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ningGod. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song: 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,my  strength  and  righteousness 

HYMN  136.  (L.  M.) 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite; 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
And  long  in  vain  thy  grace  receiv'd  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten    thousand    times  thy  goodness 
griev'd ; 

3  Yet,  oh  !  the  mourning  sinner  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear, 
T'  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God,  release  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand  ; 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 
HYMN  J 37,         (L.  M.) 

OTH  AT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ' 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 

I  cannot  rest,  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 

The  cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallow 'd  blood, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  pow'r , 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 


HYMiNS. 


HYMN  138.  (C.  M.) 

Penitential  Gratitude. 

RISE,  O  my  soul,  the  hours  review, 
When,  aw'd  by  guilt  and  fear, 
To  heaven  for  grace  thou  durst  not  sue, 
And  found  no  rescue  here : 

2  Thy  tears  are  dry'd,  thy  griefs  are  fled, 
Dispell'd  each  bitter  care  ; 

For  heaven  itself  has  lent  its  aid 
To  save  thee  from  despair. 

3  Hear,  then,  O  God  !  thy  work  fulfil, 
And,  from  thy  mercy's  throne, 

Vouchsafe  me  strength  to  do  thy  will, 
And  to  resist  mine  own : 

4  So  shall  my  soul  each  pow'r  employ 
Thy  mercy  to  adore  ; 

While  heaven  itself  proclaims  with  joy — 
"•  One  pardon'd  sinner  more  !'* 

FAITH. 
HYMN  139.  (III.  3.) 

ROCK  of  ages !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

■2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise-to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, — 
Rock  of  ages !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 

HYMN  140.  (L,  M.) 

FAITH  is  the  Christian's  evidence 
Of  things  unseen  by  mortal  eye  i 
It  passes  all  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 

2  Things  absent  it  can  set  in  view, 
And  bring  far  distant  prospects  home  ; 

Events  long  past  it  can  renew, 
And  long  foresee  the  things  to  come. 

3  With  strong  persuasion,  from  afar 
The  heavenly  region  it  surveys, 

Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

4  By  faith  a  steady  course  we  steer, 
Through  ruffling  storms  and  swelling 

seas, 
O'ercome  the  world,  keep  down  our  fear, 
And;  still  possess  our  souls  in  peace. 


5  By  faith,  we  pass  the  vale  of  tears 

Safe  and  serene,  though  oft  dietresa'd; 
By  faith,  subdue  the  king  of  fears, 
And  go  rejoicing  to  our  rest. 
HYMN  141.  (CM.) 

Rom.  viit.  31—34. 

OLET  triumphant  faith  dispel 
The  fears  of  guilt  and  wo ! 
Tf  God  be  for  us,  God  the  Lord, 
Who,  who  shall  be  our  foe  ? 

2  He  who  his  only  Son  gave  up 
To  death,  that  we  might  live, 

Shall  he  not  all  things  freely  grant, 
That  boundless  love  can  give  I 

3  Who  now  his  people  shall  accuse  .* 
'Tis  God  hath  justified : 

Who  now  his  people  shall  condemn  ? 
The  Lamb  of  God  hath  died. 

4  And  he  who  died  hath  ris'n  again,. 
Triumphant,  from  the  grave  t 

At  God's  right  hand  for  us  he  pleads. 
Omnipotent  to  save. 

HYMN  142,  (C.  M4 

Dead  Faith. 

DELUDED   souls !    that   dream  of 
.    heaven, 

And  make  their,  empty  boast 

Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiv'n, 

While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  vain  our  flights , 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 

3  The  faith  which  new-creates  t&e  heart 
And  works  by  active  love, 

Will  hid  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lift  the  thoughts  above. 

4  God  from  the  curse  has  set  us  free 
To  make  us  pure  within  ; 

Nor  did  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin, 
HYMN  143.  (III.  10  * 

Christ  our  Refuge. 

JESUS,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  •- 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past  j, 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

O,  receive  my  soul  at  last '■ 
2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  : 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd. 

All  my  hope  from  thee  I  bring; 
Covei  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


2  We  arc  truv'lling  home  to  God. 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  tlicir  happiness  shall  see 


33  HYMNS. 

HYMN  144.  (IV.  4.) 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of 
the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  hlsexcellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he! 3  Banish 'd  once,  by  sin  hetray'd, 

hath  said,  Christ  our  advocate  was  made  ; 

Vou  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled:  Pardon 'd  now,  no  more  we  roam. 
2  "  Fear  net,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not! Christ  conducts  us  to  our  home. 

dismay'd,  U  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 

"I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  wui  still  give  Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 

thee  aid  ;  Only  thou  our  leader  be 

"I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and j A„d  we 8tiH  win  foltow'thee> 

cause  thee  to  stand, 
"  Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent 
'  hand. 


3  •*  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  cull 

thee  to  go, 
"The  rivers  of  wo  shall  notthee  overflow; 
"  For  1  vviH  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to 

•    blesSj 
"And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path- 

way shall  lie, 
"  My  grace,  all-suhicient,  shall  be  tby 

supply ; 
"  The  flame  snail  not  hurt  thee,  I  only 

design 
M  Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold 

to  refine. 

5  «'  The  soul  that  to  Jesus  hath  fled  for 

repose, 

•*  I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

''That  soul,  though  all  hell  shall  en- 
deavour to  shake, 

"  111  never — no,  never — no,  never  for- 
sake."  

HOPE. 
HYMN  145. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n,  thy  deatin'd  place 
Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  Bhall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 
2  Cease,  rhy  soul,  O  cease  to  moum, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  thy  Saviour  wul  return, 

To  take  thee  to  the  skies  : 
There,  is  everlasting  peace, 

Rest,  enduring  rest,  in  heaven  j 
There,  will  sorrow  ever  cease, 

And  crowns  of  joy  be  giv'n. 
HYMN  J  46.  (III.  1.) 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  we  journey,  let  us  sing  ; 
Sing  the  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 


HYMN  147.  (C.  M  1 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  fitce  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild' deluge  come 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : 

4  There,  anchor'd  safe,  my  weary  soul 
Shall  find  eternal  rest ; 

Nor  storms  shall  beat,  nor  billows  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

JOY. 
HYMN  148.  (C.  M.) 

JOY  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
In  nature's  barren  soil ; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  A  bleeding  Saviour,  seen  by  faith, 
A  sense  of  pard'ning  love, 

A  hope  that  triumphs  over  deaths- 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

3  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy 
And  purity  the  mind  •, 

Which  make  the  spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

4  No  more,  believer,  mourn  thy  lot, 
O,  thou  who  art  the  Lord's, 

Resign  to  those  who  know  him  not, 
Such  joy  as  earth  affords. 

HYMN  1-19.  (S.  M.) 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
That  never  knew  our  God, 

But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 


HYMNS. 


3  The  God  of  heaven  is  oars. 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

His  care  shall  guard  life's  fleeting  hours, 
Then  waft  our  souls  above. 

4  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  j 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  Yes,  and  before  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

6  Children  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below : 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

7  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

8  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  traveling  through  Immanuel's 
To  fairer  world's  on  high,      [ground. 

LOVE. 
HYMN  150.  (III.  3.) 

LORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 
For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows ;  [thee 
For  the  pard'ning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peaee  that  from  it  flows : 
Kelp,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavour  ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise : 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  ray  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 
Q  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought 

Wretched  wand'rer,  far  astray ;  [thee, 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brouglit  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away : 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood  stain'd  cross  appear. 
3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless : 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise ; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 

HYMN  151.  (III.  1.) 

IORD,  my  God,  I  long  to  know, 
-*  Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 
Do  I  love  thee,  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  f  thine,  or  am  I  not? 

2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 


Any  duty  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  lore  ? 

3  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

0  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  • 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 

Can  I  deem  myself  thy  child  ? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ;     t 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

5  Could  I  love  thy  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  thee,  Lord  ? 

6  Saviour !  let  me  love  thee  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray : 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day 

PRAISE. 

HYMN  152, 
npHE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
-■•    Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  ; 
Jehovah,  Great  I  AM, 
By  earth  and  heaven  confess*d  ; 

1  bow,  and  bless  the  sacred  name 
For  ever  blessed. 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joyt 

At  his  right  hand  : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame  and  pow'r  y 
And  him  my  only  portion  make. 

My  shield  and  tow'r. 

3  He  by  himself  hath  sworn, 

1  on  his  oath  depend, 

I  shall,  on  angel  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 

4  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 
The  Lord,  our  righteousness, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 

.  Tne  Prince  of  peace  ; 
On  Zion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  be  maintains, 
And,  glorious,  with  his  saints  In  light, 

For  ever  reigns. 

5  The  God  who  reigns  on  high 
The  great  archangels  sing : 

And,  "  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,"  cry, 

"  Almighty  King, 
"  Who  was,  and  is  the  same, 

"  And  evermore  shall  bes  " 
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3.) 


"  Jehovah,  Father,  Cre-it  I  AM  ! 

"  We  worship  thee." 
6  The  whole  triumphant  but 

(Jive  thanks  to  God  on  IstjiIi  ; 
Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
'  They  ever  cry  : 
Hail  .Abraham's  God  and  mine, 
:  I  jojri  the  heavenly  lays  ; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 
HYMN  153.  (IV. 

Psalm  c. 

BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the 
earth, 
O  serve  him  with  gladness  and  fear  ; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and 
mirth,  " 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

S  For  Jehovah  is  God,— and  Jehovah 

Creator  and  ruler  o'er  all  ;        [alone, 

And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we 

own  ; 
His  Bheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  O  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving 

and  song, 
Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim  ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance 

prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly 

good, 
And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
:  And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 

HYMN  154,         (L.  M.) 
Psalm  c. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  -} 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  Clay,  and  iorm'd  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wand'jing  sheep  we 
lie  brought  us"  to  his  fold  again,  [stray  'd, 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  cars, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  j 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful 

60ng8j 

High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise  ; 
And    earth,    with   her   ten    thousand 

tongues, 
Fhall  fill  (by  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
\'art  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  yean  shall  cease  to  move. 


HYMNS. 

HYMN  155.  (IU.  1.) 

Songs  of  Praise. 
OOJfGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang ; 
^  Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  cf  praise  awoke  the  mom 
When  the  i'rince  1  f  peace  was  born  } 
Songs  cf  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  most  paps  aw5*}' : 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  eaith  • 

tings  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come ' 
No  ; — the  chinch  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  prc/se'rejoice  ; 
Learning  here  by  faith  and  love, 
Sojigs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 
Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ 


CONTEjYTJ.  tzjvt, 
HYMN  156.  (C.  M.) 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 
My  humble  prayer  arise — 

2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 
From  every  murmur  free  ; 

The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee : 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 
My  life  and  death  attend, 

Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 
HYMN  157.  (L.  M.) 

BE  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and 
snares ; 
They  cast  dishonour  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  fer, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  1 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide. 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  r 

3  When  first  before  his  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit  •, 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  Ins  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuue  to  hear  thy  call  ? 


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And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 
5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God  j 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

JA"  AFFLICTION. 
HYMN  158.  (C:  M.) 

["EAR,  gracious  God !   my  humble 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs  ;  [moan, 


On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Eiperienc'd  ev'ry  human  pain  ; 
He  feels  my  griefs,  he  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to_stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  uatrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  -, 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  pow'rr 

Shall  guard  me  hi  that  dang'rous  hour 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise^ 


When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone  ?  j  An(l>  sore  dismay.'d,.my  spirit  di 


When  shall  my  joys  arise  , 


Then  he,  who  once  vouchsafd,  to  bear 


2  Yet,  though    mv  soul    in   darkness 1  Jhe  sick'niag  anguish  of  despair, 
Thy5  pngnfe  is  my  stay  ;       [mourns,  ^£^tt£Z£S& 


Here  would  1  rest  till  light  returns 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day._ 

3  Come,  Lord,  and  with  celestial  peace 
Relievamy  aching  heart  ; 

O  smile,  and  bid  my.  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  their  gloom  depart. 

4  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 
And  bless  thy  healing  rays, 

And  change  these  deepcomplainingsighs 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 
HYMN  153.  (II.  3.) 

Psalm  xlii.  1 — 5. 
A  S,  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 
*»■  Tne  hart  desires  the  cooling  stream, 
So  to  thy  presence,  Lord,  I  flee, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee  •, 
Athirst  to  taste  thy  living  grace, 
And  see  thy  glory,  face  wTface. 
%  Hut  rising  griefs  distress  my  soul, 
And  tears  on  tears  successive  roil ; 
Tor  many  an  evil  voice  is  near, 
To  chide  my  wo,  and  mock  my  fear ; 
And  silent  mem'ry  weeps  alone 
O'er  hours  of  peace  and  gladness  fiown. 

3  For  I  have  walk'd  the  happy  round 
That  'circles  Zion's  holy  ground, 
And  gladly  swell 'd  the  choral  lays,: 
That   hymn'd  my   great    Redeemer's 

praise, 
VV hat  time  the  hallow 'd  arches  rung 
Responsive  to  lae  solemn  song. 

4  Ah,  why,  by  passing  clouds  oppre.^, 
Should  vexing   thoughts    distract    thv 

breast?  T 

Turn,  turn  to  Him,  in. ev'ry  pain, 
Whom  suppliants  never  sought  in  vain — 
Thy  strength,  in  joy's  extatic  day,  . 
Thy  hope,  when  joy  has  pass'd  away. 

HYJKv  ISO.  (II.  3.) 

w9  compassionate  High.  Priest,  Hebrews 


The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye 

4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  i 

bench,  .    •„    ... 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile^ 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed,   , 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Laz'rds.  dead, 

5  And,  oh  !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death — for  thou  hast  died : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away.         # 

HYMN  161.     .    ,    .  ,      (L.  M.) 
Sanctified  AjjUction.     •  r 

LORD  I  unafBicted,  undismay'd, 
In  pleasure's  path  hoy/  long  I  stray 'd; 
But.thou  hast  made  me  feel  thy  rod ! 
|  And  turn'd  my  soul  to  thee,  my  God. 

2  What  though  it  piere'd  my  fainting 

heart,     .-.  .'..,-  . 

j  I  bless  thy  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart  j 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 
But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  wo  ! 

3  O,  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastis'd, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  sjill  despised, 
And  siiii  the  snare  jo  secret  laid 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betray'd. 

4  1  love  thy  chast'nings,  O  my  God, 
Tliey  fix  my  hopes  on  thy  abode  ; 
Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  stricken  saints  fur  ever  rest. 


DAIL  Y  DE  VO  TIOJV. 
HYMN  162.  (II.  3.) 

Daily  D.epQndance.       -, .  .  -  - 
HEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern 
skies,     .  ;.„  «,V.  •      . 

"  ;ht  salutes  mine  eyes, 
iv.  io.  I O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 

'VI/'HEN  gath'ring  clouds  around   I ,  On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
*  *         view,  ■  Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  sin  Sway, 

And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few,'  And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 


Hymns. 


2  When  to  heaven  'e  great  and  glorious 
My  morning  sacrifice  1  bring  •,  [King 
And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy.  Saviour,  in  thy  name  ; 

My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  my  advocate  with  Cod. 

3  As  ev'ry  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares  ; 

0  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend  : 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divine, 
And  be  thy  pure  example  mine. 

4  When  pain  transfixes  ev'ry  part, 
Or  languor  settles  at  the  heart  •, 
When  on  my  bed,  diseas'd;  oppress'd, 

1  turn,  and  sigh,  and  long  for  rest ; 
O  great  Physician  !  see  my  grief. 
And  grant  thy  servant  sweet  relief. 

5  Should  poverty's  destructive  blow 
Lay  all  my  worldly  comforts  low  •, 
And  neither  help  nor  hope  appear, 
My  stejts  to  guide,  my  heart  to  cheer  ; 
Lord,  pity  and  supply  irry  need, 

For  thou,  on  earth,  Wast  poor  indeed. 
G  Should  Providence  profusely  )>our 
its  varied  blessings  on  my  store  ; 
Okeep  me  from  the  ills  that  wait 
On  such  a  seeming  prosp'rous  state : 
From  hurtful  passions  set  me  free, 
And  humbly  may  I  walk  with  thee. 

7  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labours 

close, 
And  weari'd  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pard'ning  mercy  richly  bless'd, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest : 
And,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lend  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

8  And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labours  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  clieer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And,  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 

HYMN  163.  (L.  M.) 

"  {have  set  Ood  always  before  ?«e." 
Ps.  xvi.  9. 

SAVIOUR !  when  night  involves  the 
skies, 
My  soul,  adoring,  turrfs  to  thee  ! 
Thee,  self-abas'd  in  mortal  guise, 
And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 
When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn, 

Thee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell  •, 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 
To  thee,  my  soul  triumphant  spiings  ; 

Thee,  thron'd  in  glory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  K  ing  of  kingi . 


4  O'er  earth,  when  shades  of  ev'ning 

steal, 

To  death  and  thee  my  thoughts  I  give  , 

To  death,  whose  pow'r  I  soon  must  feel, 

To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

HYMN  ICA.  (L.  M.) 

Morning  Jfymn. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  oJf  dull"  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 
•2  Redeem  thy  mispent  time  that's  past , 
Live  this  day,  as  if  'twere  thy  last : 
T'  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care  ; 
'Gainst  the  great  day  thj  self  prepare. 
.1  Let  nil  thy  converse  be  sincere, 
Thy  conscience  as  the  noon  day  ciear ; 
Think  how  the  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 
1  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heait, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part ; 
j  Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing, 
Glory  to'  thee,  eternal  King. 

5  I  wake1,  1  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir  ; 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  j 

That  1  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend 

6  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight ; 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will : 
O  !  may  1  never  more  do  ill. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh 'd  me  while  I  slept : 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall 
[  may  of  endless  life  partake.      [wake, 

8  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew  ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guard  my  first  spring  of  thought  and 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill.       [will, 

9  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  jxnv'rs,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

10  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessinga 

flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and~Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  165.  (L.  M.) 

Morning. 

ARISE,-my  soul !  with  rapture  rise! 
And,  till'd  with  love  and  fear, adore 
The  awful  Sov 'reign  of  the  skies, 
Whose  mercy  lends  me  one  day  more. 

•2  And  may  this  day,  indulgent  Power1. 

Not  idly  pass,  nor  fruitless  be  ; 
But  may  each  swiftly  flying  hour 

Still  nearer  bring  my  soul  to  Thee  ! 


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3  But  can  it  be  r*  that  Power  divine 

Is  thron'd  in  light's  unbounded  blaze  ; 
And  countless  worlds  and  angels  join 
To  swell  the  glorious  song  of  praise : 

4  And  will  he  deign  to  lend  an  ear, 
When  I,  poor  abject  mortal,  pray  ? 

Yes,  boundless  goodness  !  he  will  hear, 
Nor  cast  the  meanest  wretch  away. 

3  Then  let  me  serve  thee  all  my  days, 
And  may  my  zeal  with  years  increase : 

For  pleasant,  Lord,  are  all  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  paths  are  paths  of  peace. 

HYMN  166,  (C.  M.) 

Morning. 

TO  thee  let  my  first  ofF'rings  rise, 
Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  gladd'ning  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This  day,  thy  fav'ring  hand  be  nigh, 
So  oft  vouchsaPd  before  ; 

Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 
And  I  that  hand  adore. 

3  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 
For  which,  resign'd,  1  pray, 

Give  me  to  feel  a  cheerful  heart, 

And  grateful  homage  pay. 
*  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure. 
Patient  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 

May  I  the  means  endure. 

5  Bs  this  and  every  future  day 
Still  wiser  than  the  past, 

And  when  I  all  my  life  survey, 
May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

HYMN  167.  (III.  1.) 

Morning. 

NOW  the.  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come  ; 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day, 
'Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 
'  2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear-  our  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 
May  we  labour,  watch  and  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound  j 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around  ; 
Going  out  and  coming  in 

Keep  us  safe  from  ev'ry  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O  receive  us  then  at  last ; 
Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

HYMN  188.  (L.  M.) 

Evening  Hymn. 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me.  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 


L12 


2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son,  ; 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread! 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphing  rise  at  the  last  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose,  [close : 
And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  With  heavenly  thoughts  supply : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 

No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest* 

6  O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King ! 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessing! 

flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  y'  angelic  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  j  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  169.  (L.  M.) 

Evening. 

Ci  RE  AT  God !  to  thee  my  ev'ningsong 
T  With  humble  gratitude  1  raise : 

0  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  ev'ry  onward  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched 
Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love,  [heart, 

Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Christ,  my  Lord  ;  his  name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

5  With  hope  in  him  mine  eyelids  close, 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 

Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  Name 

HYMN  170.  (C.  M.) 

Evening. 

NOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts* 
Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  ev'ning  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  mnltipli'd 
Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  wcrsr 
More  swift,  more  free  than  they 


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3  New  time,  new  favours,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 

Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

HYMN  171.  (S.M.) 

.     Evening. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone  ; 
The  ev'ning  shades  appear  ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 

So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possest. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  Bleep, 
Till  morning  light  appear*. 

HYMN  172.  (II  r.  1.) 

Psalm  cxli.  2. 
mOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
£5  Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labour  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee  ! 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Nought  escapes,  without,  within, 

Pardon  each  infymity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee  I 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity  ; 

Then,  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 


HYMN  173. 


(IV.  2.) 


Evening, 


INSP1IIER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 
Thou  shepherd  and  guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to. thy  covenant  care 
I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 

2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 

And,  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

3  A  sov'reign  protector  I  have, 
Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand  ; 

Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 
Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

4  His  smiles  and  his  comforts  abound, 
His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend  ; 

And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
,    Tin  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 


X.  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE 

HYMN  \7\.~JVc)Ptnn.     (C.  M.) 
Renouncing  the  World. 

LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
it  has  no  charms  for  me  , 
Once  I  admir'd  its  foilies  too, 
But  grace  has  >>et  me  free. 

2  Those  follies  row  no  longer  please, 
No  more  delight  afford  ; 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these 
Now  1  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  on'ning  day 
The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 

So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away 
When  Jesus  is  reveal 'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 
I  bid  tiicm  nil  depart ;     - 

/lis  name,  and  iove,  and  gracious  voice 
Shall  fix  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee : 

Yet  worthless  .-till,  myself  I  own, 
Thy  worth  is  all  my  plea. 

HYMN  175.  (L.  M.; 

JVo*  ashamed  of  Christ. 
JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be. 
«*    A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  prais?. 
Whose  glmies  shine-  through    endleo 
days ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  night  disown  each  radiant  star ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  daiknes3  flew* 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  O,  as  soon 
Let  morning  blush  to  own  the  sun  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  muie. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  mv  shame, 
That  1  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asharh'd  of  Jesus !  empty  pride '. 
I'll  boast  a  Saviour  crucified  ; 
And,  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 
My  Saviour  not  asham'd  of  me ! 

HYMN  176.  (S.  M.) 

Prayer  for  Christian  (traces. 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  tip, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer : 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do ; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create 
Almighty  to  renew 


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2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self-renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill : 

A  soul  inur'd  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief,  and  loss  ; 
Ready  to  take  up  and  sustain 

The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

A  spirit  still  prepar'd, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease, 

Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less  ; 

This  blessing,  above  all, 

Always  to  pray  i  want, 
Out  of  the  deep  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

5  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 

Unmov'd  by  threat'ning  or  reward. 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name  j 

A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

0  I  rest  upon  thy  word, 
The  promise  is  for  me  ; 

My  succour  and  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  surely  come  from  thee  ; 
But  let  me  still  abide, 
Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
.  Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN  177.  (HI.  3.) 

Prayer  for  Guidance. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 

1  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountains 
Whence  the  living  waters  flow  ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

3  Feed  me  v/ith  the  heavenly  manna 
In  this  barren  wilderness  ; 

Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  hanner  ; 
Be  the  Lord  my  rightcoxisness . 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  9afe  on  Canaan's  side. 


HYMN  178.  (L.  M.) 

Following  the  Example  of  Christ. 

WHENE'ER  the  angry  passions  rise, 
And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues 
to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

2  O  how  benevolent  and  kind ! 
How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love  ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

5  But,  ah  !  how  blind,  how  weak  ws 
How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside  !  [are  • 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care  ; 

We  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

6  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 
Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee 

HYMN  179.  (S.  M  ) 

Duties. 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 

2  From  youth  to  hoary  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfil : 

O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live, 

And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give  : 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely  ; 

Assui'd  if.  J  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

HYMN  180.  (C.  M.) 

"  Forgetting  those  things  which  are  be- 
hind," Sfc.    Phil.  hi.  13, 14. 
AWAKE,   my   soul,   stretch   every 
And  press  with  vigour  on,  [nerve, 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 
2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 


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3  'Tis  God's  fill  animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  uplifted  eye. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  stretch  every 
And  press  with  vigour  on,      [nerve. 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

HYMN  181.  (C.  M.) 

Doubting. 

THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart,  or  no? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 
Insensible  as  steel ; 

If  augut  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  1  cannot  feel. 

3  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 
I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 

But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

4  I  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  fill'd, 
When  in  thy  house  of  prayer ; 

But  still  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 

5  O  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; 
Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 

And  if  it  be  not  broken,  Dreak ; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

HYMN  182.  (C.  M.) 

Desires  after  renewed  Holiness. 

OH  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd  ; 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still : 
But  now  1  feel  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  lill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

C  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God  ; 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
Bo  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  163.  (ni.  l.i 

Trial.*. 
"TMS  my  happiness  below, 

-■-    Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 

Sanctifying  ev'ry  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall  ; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 

Love  inscrib'd  upon  them  all — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chastisement  by  the  way. 

Might  I  not  wiih  reason  fear 
1  should  be  a  cutaway  ? 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  pray'r; 

Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 
HYMN  184.  (C    M.) 

Habitual  Devotion. 

Will  LE  thee  1  seek, protect  ing  Power 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  : 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 

Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  fiow'd. 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 

Each  blessing  to  my  sou!  more  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  ev'ry  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  ev'ry  pain  !  l»ear, 

My  heart  shall  fiiirt  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd 

hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gath'ring  storm  sliafl  see  ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  18f>. 
Walking  with  God. 

SINCE  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name 
And  sin's  strong  fetters  broke, 
Careful  without  aire  I  am, 
Nor  feel  my  easy  yoke  : 
Joyful  now  my  faith  to  show, 

I  find  Lis  service  my  reward, 
All  the  work  I  do  below 
Is  light,  for  such  a  Lord. 

3  To  the  desert  cr  the  cell, 
Let  others  blindly  fly, 


in  this  evil  world  I  dwell,    ■ 

Nor  fear  its  enmity  ; 
Here  I  find  an  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire  ; 
Walking  unconcern'd  in  care, 

And  unconsum'd  in  fire. 
3  O  thot  all  the  world  might  know 

Of  living,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Find  their  heaven  begun  below, 

And  here  thy  goodness  see  •, 
Walk  in  all  the  works  prepar'd 

By  thee  to  exercise  their  grace, 
Till  they  gain  their  full  reward, 

And  see  thee  face  to  face. 
HYMN  186.         (L.  M.) 
Heaven  seen  by  Faith. 

AS,  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains 
The  height  of  some  commanding 
hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  stUl 

2  So,  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 

The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize 

3  The  hope  of  heaven  his  spirit  cheers ; 
No  more  he  grieves  for  sorrows  past ; 

Nor  any  future  conflict  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

4  0  Lord,  on  thee  our  hopes  we  stay, 
_    To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode  ; 
Assur'd  thy  love  will  far  o'erpay 

The  hardest  labours  of  the  road. 
HYMN  187.  (IV.  4.) 

"  I  would  not  live  alway,"  Job  vii.  16 

[WOULD  not  live  alway :  1  ask  not 
to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on 

us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough 
for  its  cheec 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetfer'd 

by  sin ; 

Temptation  without,  and  corruption 
within : 

E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled 
with  fears, 

And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  peni- 
tent tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no— welcome 

the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not 

its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me 

arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

4* 


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4  Who.  who  would  live  alway,  away 
from  his  God ; 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful 

abode. 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'oi 

the  bright  plains, 
And    the  noontide  of  glory  eternally 

reigns : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  age»  in  har- 
mony meet, 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transported 
to  greet ; 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceas- 
ingly roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast 
of  the  soul ! 


XI.   DEATH. 

HYMN  188.  (C.  M:) 

Job  xiv.  1,  2.  5,  6. 
PEW  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo, 
-t     O  man,  of  woman  bom  ! 
Thy  doom  is  written,  "  Dust  thou  art, 
"  To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 

2  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 
In  flow'rs  that  bloom  and  die, 

Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 
That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

3  Detennin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 
Successive  o'er  thy  head ; 

The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

4  Great  God !  afflict  not,  in  thy  wrath, 
The  short  allotted  span, 

TJiat  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

HYMN  189.  (C.  M.) 

HARE  !  from  the  tombs  a  mournful 
Mine  ears  attend  the  Giy  ;    [sound : 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
"  Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
"  In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs ; 

"  The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head 
"  Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God !  is  this  our  certain  doom  I 
And  are  we  still  secure  ? 

Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Giant  us  the  power  of  quick 'ning  grace 
To  raise  our  souls  to  thee, 

That  we  may  view  thy  glorious  face 
To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  190.  (S.  M.) 

Job  xiv.  11 — 14. 

THE  mighty  flood  that  rolls 
Its  torrents  to  the  main, 


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Can  ne'er  retail  its  waters  lost 
rrom  that  abyss  again  ; 

2  So  days,  and  years,  and  time, 
Descending  down  to  night, 

Can  thenceforth  never  more  return 
Back  to  the  sphere  of  light : 

3  And  man,  when  in  the  grave, 
Can  never  quit  iu>  gloom, 

Until  th'  eternal  mom  shall  wake 
The  slumber  of  the  tomb. 

4  O,  may  I  find  In  death 
A  hiding-place  with  God, 

Secure  from  wo  and  sin  ;  til!  call'd 

To  share  his  bless'd  abode  ! 
6  Cheer'd  by  this  hope,  I  wait, 

Through  toll,  and  care,  and  grief, 
Till  my  appointed  course  is  run, 

And  death  shall  bring  relief. 
HYMN  191. 

\7TTAL  spaik  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'nng,  flying, 
O,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper !  angels  say, 
Bister  spirit,  come  away  ! 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  * 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  !  my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount !  I  fiy» 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  '. 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting I 


,  Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

HYMN  193.  (S.  M.) 

AND  will  the  Judge  descend .' 
And  must  the  dead  arise? 
i  And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
j     Hit  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

jQ  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  : 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
spread  black  despair  around  ? 

3  "Depart  from  me,  accurs'd, 
"  To  everlasting  flame, 

"  For  rebel  angels  first  prepar'd, 
"  Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day  : 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonish'd  shrink  away? 

5  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
Trie  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  1 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 

Fly  to  the  .shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove. 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 


XII.  JUDGMENT. 

HYMN  192.  (C.  M.) 

WHEN,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 

1  see  my  Maker,  face  to  face  ; 
O  how  shall  1  appear ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 

My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  dis- 
In  majesty  severe,  [clos'd 

And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

4  But  thou  hast  told  tbe  troubled  mind, 
Who  does  her  sms  lament, 

That  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  blood 

Shall  endless  wo  prevent, 
f.  Then  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Wei  pardon  to  procure, 


HYMN  194.  (II.  7.) 

GREAT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear ! 
The  end  of  things  created  ! 
The  J  udge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
The  trumpet  sounds  ;  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before 
Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 
At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 

Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  : 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepar'd  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  fears, 
Eehold  his  wrath  prevailing; 

For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing : 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone  ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepar'd  to  meet  him. 

4  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ! 
The  end  of  things  created  ! 

The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear. 
j     On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 


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Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 

HYMN  195.— Ondcrdonlc.     (HI.  1.) 
St.  Luke  xiii.  24—27. 

SEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
Enter  ere  it  be  too  late ; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  pray'r. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies: 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim — 
Lord  I  we  have  profess 'd  thy  name  ; 
We  have  eat  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word. 

4  Vain,  alas !  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity ; 

Sad  their  everlasting  lot — 

Christ  will  say, "  I  know  you  not." 

XIII.  ETERNITY. 

HYMN  196.  (S.  M.) 

O  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found  ! 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? — 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 

TLs  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  I 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 

Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
For  evermore  undone. 

HYMN  197. v  <C.  M.) 

2  Cor.  iv.  18. 

HOW  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 
Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys, 
And  strangers  to  the  skies ! 

2  These  transient  scenes  will  soon  de- 
They  fade  upon  the  sight ;         [cay, 

And  quickly  will  their  brightest  day 
fie  lost  in  endless  night. 

?  Their  brightest  day,  alas,  how  vain ! 
With  conscious  sighs  we  own  ; 


While  clouds  of  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 
O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 

4  O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 

To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

5  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyea, 
Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 

In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

6  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 
To  guide  our  upward  aim  I 

With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  wishes  rise, 

To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures 
Immortal  in  the  skies.  [spring 

HYMN  198.  (CM.) 

COME,  Lord, and  warm  each  languid 
heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  ev'ry  care, 
And  discord  there  shall  cease  ; 

And  perfect  jqy ,  and  love  sincere, 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

3  The  soul  from  sin  for  ever  free, 
Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more ; 

But,  cloth'd  in  spotless  purity, 
Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There,  on  a  throne    (how  dazzling 
Th'  exalted  Saviour  shines ;  [bright !) 

And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds. 

5  There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Join  in  immortal  songs  ;    . 

And  endless  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and 
Our  feeble  notes  inspire ;  [love, 

Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above 
We  join  the  angelic  choir. 

HYMN  199.  (C.  M.) 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-fading  flow'rs ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Bright  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green ; 

So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood,  ,, 

While  Jordan  roll'd  between-  " ' 


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t  But  tim'mus  mortals  start,  and  shrink 

To  cross  the  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  trembling  on  the  brink, 

And  tear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  1  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  faith's  illumin'd  eyes  ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  streams,  not  death's  cold 
flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

HYMN  200.  (C.  M.) 

SHOULD  nature's  charms,  to  please 
In  sweet  assemblage  join,  [the  eye, 
AU  nature's  charms  would  droop  and  die, 

Jesus,  compar'd  with  thine. 
3  Vain  were  her  fairest  beams  display'd, 

And  vain  her  blooming  store  ; 
Her  brightness  languishes  to  shade, 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

3  But,  ah  1  how  far  from  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells '. 

A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

4  O  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 
On  strong  immortal  wing, 

And  reach  thy  palace  in  the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King  ! 

5  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet, 
And  there,  divine  employ  ! 

The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

6  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day 

O'er  all  the  blissful  place ; 
Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 

And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 
HYMN  201.  (Ill,  1.) 

Revelation  vii.  9,  &c. 

WHO  are  these  in  bright  array  ?• 
This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day 
Tuning  their  triumphant  song  ? 
**  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
11  Blessing,  honour,  glory,  power, 
11  Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain 
"  New  dominion  ev'ry  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 
These  from  great  affliction  came ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  eternal  name : 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  ev'ry  hand, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fniita  they  feed  ; 


Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 
Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears  ; 
And,  for  ever  from  their  eyes 
God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

XIV.     MISCELLANEOUS 
HYMN  202.  (C.  M.)  . 

Genesis  xxviii.  20,  21. 

GOD  of  our  fathers  !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  blest, 
Be  with  us  through  our  pilgrimage, 
Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 

2  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wand'ring  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

3  O  spread  thy  shelt'ring  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wand'rings  cease, 

And,  at  our  Father's  lov'd  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

4  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 
Our  humble  pray'rs  implore  ; 

And  thou,  the  Lord,  shalt  be  our  God 

And  portion  evermore. 
HYMN  203.  (III.  3.) 

1  Chronicles  xxix.  10 — 13. 

BLESS'D  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel, 
Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord ! 
Bless'd  thy  majesty  for  ever ! 
Ever  be  thy  name  ador'd  ! 

2  Thine,  OLord,are  pow'rand  greatness 

Glory,  vict'ry,  are  thine  own  ; 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honour, 
Pow'r  and  might  to  thee  belong  ; 

Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4  Lord  our  God  !  for  these,  thy  bounties, 
Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise  j 

To  thy  Name,  for  ever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise  ! 
HYMN  204.  (C.  M.) 

Proverbs  hi.  13 — 17. 

O  HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
Religion's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 
Than  east  or  west  unfold  ;  ; 

More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards. 
Than  gems,  or  stores  of  gold. 

3  Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 
Immortal,  happy  days  ; 

Her  left,  imperishable  wealth, 
And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 


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4  And,  as  her  holy  labours  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

HYMN  203.    •  (L.  M.) 

Isaiah  xl.  6 — 8-. 

THE  morning  flow'rs  display  their 
sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold  ; 
As  careless  of  the  noon-day  heats, 
And  fearless  of  the  ev'ning  cold. 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  unkindly  blast, 
Parch'd  by  the  sun's  more  fervent  ray, 

The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 
When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows ; 

Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  op'ning  rose. 

4  But,  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 

The  fading  glory  disappears. 
The  short-liv'd  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  brighter  far  shall  shine  ; 

Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  and  death  devour, 
M  heaven  shall  recompense  our  pains : 

Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flow'r, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remains. 

HYMN  206.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  xl.  27—31. 

WHY  mournest  thou,   my  anxious 
Despairing  of  relief,  [soul, 

As  if  the  Lord  o'erlook'd  thy  cares, 
Or  pitied  not  thy  grief? 

2  IJ.ast  thou  not  known,  hast  thou  not. 
That  firm  remains  on  high,      [heard, 

The  everlasting  throne  of  Him 
Who  made  the  earth  and  sky  ? 

3  Art  thou  afraid  his  power  will  fail 
In  sorrow's  evil  day  ? 

Can  the  Creator's  mighty  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

4  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 
The  Rock  of  ages  stands  ; 

Thou  canst  not  search  his  mind,  nor  trace 
The  working  of  his  hands. 

5  He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
Supports  the  fainting  heart ; 

And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 

6  Mere  human  energy  shall  faint, 
And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 

But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

M 


7  They,  with  unwearied  step,  shall  tread 
The  path  of  life  divine ; 

With  growing  ardour  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

8  On  eagles'  wings  they  mount,  they  soar 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 

Till,  past  the  sphere  of  earth  and  sin, 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 

HYMN  207.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  Ivii.  15. 

THUS  speaks  the  High  and  Lofty 
My  throne  is  fix'd  on  high ;  [One — 
There,  through  eternity,  I  hear 
The  praises  of  the  sky : 

2  Yet,  looking  down,  I  visit  oft 
The  humble,  hallow'd  cell  •, 

And,  with  the  penitent  who  moum, 
'Tis  my  delight  to  dwell. 

3  My  presence  heals  the  wounded  heart, 
The  sad  hi  spirit  cheers  ; 

My  presence,  from  the  bed  of  dust, 
The  contrite  sinner  rears,. 

4  I  dwell  with  all  my  humble  saints 
While  they  on  earth  remain  ; 

And  they,  exalted,  dwell  with  me, 
With  me  for  ever  reign. 

HYMN  208.  (II.  1.; 

Habakkuk  hi.  17 — 19. 

ALTHOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
The  budding  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
No  oil  the  olive  yield  ; 
Yet  will  I  trust  me  in  my  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod, 
And  by  Ills  grace  be  heal'd. 

2  Though  fields,  in  verdure  once  array 'd, 
By  whirlwinds  desolate  be  laid, 

Or  parch'd  by  scorching  beam  ; 
Still  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy  ;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just, 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

3  Though  from  the  fold  the  flock  decay 
Though  herds  he  famish'd  o'er  the  lea 

And  round  the  empty  stall ; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise, 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies  j 

There,  God  is  all  in  all. 

4  In  God  my  strength,  howe'er  distrest 
I  yet  will  hope,  and  calmly  rest, 

Nay,  triumph  in  his  love ; 
My  ling'ring  soul,  my  tardy  feet, 
Free  as  the  hind  he  makes  and  fleet, 

To  speed  my  course  above. 

HYMN  209.  (C.  M.) 

St.  John  xiv.  6. 

THOU  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
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And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth— thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart ; 

Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life— the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm, 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life  ; 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 

That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

HYMN  210.  (S.  M.) 

Pkilippian3  ii.  12,  13. 

HEIRS  of  unending  life, 
While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
O  let  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts 
With  might  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  perform'd  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too ! 

HYMN  211.  (III.  1.) 

Ephesians  v.  14 — 17. 

SINNER  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead, 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 


2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  : 
Watchful  tread  that  path  ;  he  wise, 

|  Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  fully,  cease  from  crime 
)  From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  - 

liife  secure  without  delay, 
Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Call'd  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  nijht, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

HYMN  212.  (CM  I 

Hebrews  xii.  1,  2. 

LO  !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses 
Encompass  us  around  ; 
Men  once  like  us  with  sufFring  tried, 
Rut  now  with  glory  crown 'd  : 

2  Let  us,  with  zeil  like  theirs  inspir'd, 
Strive  in  the  Christian  race  ; 

And,  freed  from  ev'ry  weight  of  sin. 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

3  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 
Who  trod  affliction's  path, 

;  Jesus,  the  author,  fini-lier, 
Rewarder  of  our  faith  : 

4  He,  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 
And  mov'd  by  pitying  love, 

Endur'd  the  cross,  despis'd  the  shame  , 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  Thither,  forgetting  things  behind, 
Press  we,  to  God's  right  hand  ! 

I  There,  with  the  Saviour  and  his  sainfj 
Triumphantly  to  stand. 


XV.  GLORIA  PATRI. 

N.  B.  The  metre  marks,  affixed  to  the  preceding  hymns,  have  reference  to  a  ■ 
division  of  the  metres,  founded  on  the  nature  of  the  verse,  into  four  classes, 
marked— I.  II.  III.  IV. 

Class  I.  includes  common,  long,  and  short  metres,  marked — C.  M.,  L.  M.,  S.  M. 

Class  II.  includes  the  other  Iambick  metres,  eight  in  number,  marked— II.  1, 

II.  2,  II.  3,  II.  4,  &c.  which  may  be  named  ;  Two,  one  ;  Two,  two ;  Two, 

three,  Sfc. 
Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaick  metres,  being  five  in  number,  marked — III.  1, 

HI.  2,  III.  3,  &c.  which  may  be  named  ;  Three,  one  ;  Three,  two,  Sfc. 
Class  IV.  includes  the  metres  consisting  chiefly  of  triplets,  being  five  in  number, 

marked — IV.  1 ,  IV.  2,  IV.  3,  &c.  and  may  be  named ;  Four,  one ;  Four,  two,  tyc. 


CLASS  I. 
CM. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  sball  be  evermore. 


L.  M. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven 
adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


HYMSS. 


5?.  M. 
i  o  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 

CLASS  II. 

II.  1. 

.iher,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 


As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 
H.  8. 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
I  Be  everlastine  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Sou, 
And  God  the  Spirit ;  equal  Three 
[In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun 


The  God  whom   heaven's  triumphant,  ^  d  fa  -^  hihest 

Ana  saints  on  earth  adore  ;         [host   ^  ^  shaU  ^  ttum'ih      £      ^ 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 


v  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  2. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 


CLASS  III. 

in.  1. 
Holy  Father,  Holy  Sou, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  '. 


The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  Glory,  as  of  old,  to  thee, 


host 

And  sutFring  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
-jry,  as  in  ages  past, 
it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

n.3. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  tlie  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

•  iu  the  highest  given, 
By  ill  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

II.  4. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son. 

And  Spirit,  ever  biessM, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  address'd ; 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 

II.  5. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  to  God  the  Son, 
i  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
raise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in 
heaven , 

As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 

II.  6. 
Eternal  praise  be  given, 

v:ngs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  confessed, 

To  Christ,  his  only  Son, 
And  to  tee  Spirit  blessed,    - 
Eternal  Three  in  One. 
II.  7. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless 'd, 
Supreme  o:er  earth  and  heaven, 
Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 
Be  highest  glory  given, 


Xow,  and  evermore  shall  be  ! 

in.  2. 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high,- 
Praise  him  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

III.  3. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

m.  4.- 

To  the  Father,  tlnon'd  in  heaven, 
To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  his  Son, 

Tc  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given, 
Everlasting  Three  in  Oue  : 

As  of  old,  the  Trinity 

Still  is  worshipp'd,  still  shall  be. 

III.  5. 

Great  Jehovah  !  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  johi'd  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One, 

CLASS  IV. 

IV.  1. 

By  angels  in  heaven 

Of  ev'ry  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  address'd  . 
To  God  in  three  persons, 

One  God  ever  bless 'd, 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 

And  ever  shall  be. 
IV.  2. 
All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  bieas'd, 


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HYMNS. 


Th'  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IV.  3. 

All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the 

Son, 

All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  bless'd, 

The  holy,  eternal  supreme  Three  in  One, 

Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 

IV.  4. 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  address'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God 

ever  bless'd, 
All  glcy  and  worship  from  earth  and 

from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be 

given. 

IV.  5. 
All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be 

given, 
The  Son  and  the  Spirit  from  earth  and 

from  heaven  j 


As  was?  and  is  now,  be  supreme  adora- 
tion, 
And  ever  shall  be,tb  the  God  of  salvatf  an 

For  Hymns  145  and  185. 

To  the  Father,  to  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  ever  bless'd, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  address'd  : 
Praise  from  all  above,  below, 

As  throughout  the  ages  past, 
Now  is  given,  and  shall  be  so 

While  endless  ages  last. 
When  used  to  Hymn  185,  in  line  6,  read 

As  was  throughout  the  ages  past. 

Come,  let  us  adore  him,  come,  bow  at 

his  feet, 
O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  u 

meet  •, 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise. 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens 

the  skies. 


IT  Whenever  the  Hymns  are  used  at  the  celebration  of  divine servkfl,  a  certain 
portion  or  portions  of  the  Psalms  of  David  in  metre  shall  also  be  sung. 


END  OF  THE  HYMNS*. 


49 

A  TABLE  OP  FIRST  LINES, 

S7iowing  where  tojind  each  Hymn  by  the  beginning. 
Page. 


A  charge  to  keep  I  have,  89 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man,  6 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  !  15 

All  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise,  C 

Almighty  Father !  bless  the  word,  11 
Almighty  Lord  S  before  thy  throne, 
Although  the  vine  its  fruits  deny 
And  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God, 
And  wilt  thou,  O  eternal  God, 
And  will  the  Judg-e  descend  ? 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat, 
Arise,  my  soul !  with  rapture  rise ! 
As  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 
As  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains, 
As  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays, 
As  the  sweet  flow 'r  thatscents  themorn,  28 

Awake,  my  sou),  and  with  the  sun,  36 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve,  39 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake,  9 

BeforeJehovah's  awful  throne  34 

Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay,  4 
Be  joyful  m  God,all  ye  lands  of  the  earth ,  34 

Be  still  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares,  34 

Bless'd  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel.  44 

Bless'd  isthe man  whose  soft'ning heart  26 

Bless'd  is  the  tie  that  binds  8 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind  16 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King,  32 

Christ  from  the  dead  is  rais'd,  and  made  17 

Christ  the  Lord  is  ris'n  to-day,  1 7 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come,  18 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove,  18 

Come,  let  our  voices  join,  25 
Come.  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 

heart,  43 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  32 

Deluded  souis !  that  dream  of  heaven ,  31 

Disown'd  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd,  24 
Doxologies,                                                46, 48 

Dread  Jehovah !  God  of  nations !  19 

Eternal  "source  of  every  joy !  4 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  evidence  31 
Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world, 

begone,  10 

Father  of  mercies !  in  thy  word  3 

Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound,.,  IS 

Father  of  mercies !  "bow  thine  ear,  23 

Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift,  7 

Father,  what  e'er  of  earthly  blis3  34 

Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  wo,  41 

Fountain  of  mercy.  God  of  love,  20 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,  23 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  24 

From  whence  these  direful  omens  round  16 

37 


Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  tbis  night, 
Glory  to  the  Father  give, 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way,  5 

God  of  the  seas !  thine  awful  voice  26 

God  of  our  Fathers !  by  whose  hand  44 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name,  22 

"  Go  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord,  22 
Grace !  'tis  a  charming  sound !  7 

Great  first  of  beings!  mighty  Lord,  3 

Great  God !  this  sacred  day  of  thine,  10 
Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  song,  37 
Great  God !  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ?  42 
Great  God!  with  wonder  and  with  praise  3 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah,  39 

Hail,  thou  long  expected  Jesus,  11 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed,  14 

Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  mournful  sound,  4 1 
Hark  I  the  glad  80und,the  Saviour  comes,  1 1 
5  M  m 


Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 
Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan, 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  de- 
clares, 
He  dies !  the  friend  of  iinners  dies ! 
He's  come !  let  every  snee  be  bent, 
Heiro  of 'unending  life, 
High  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
How  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys 
How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 
How  short  the  race  our  friend  has  run, 
How  wondrous  and  great 
I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
In  loud  exalted  strains, 
Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer, 
I  would  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
Jesus,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow 
Let  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear, 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
Like  Noah's  weary  dove, 
Lord!  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Lord!  for  the  just  thou  dost  provide, 
Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
Lord,  my  God, I  long  to  know, 
Lord  of  fife,  all  praise  excelling, 
Lord!  unamicted,  undismay'a, 
Lo !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses. 
Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 

thee 
Mercy,  descending  from  above, 
My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread? 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  since  thou  hast  rais'd  me  up, 
My  grateful  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
My  op'ning  eyes  with  rapture  see 
My  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 
Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
Now  from. the  altar  of  our  hearts, 
Now  may  the  God  of  grace  and  pow'r 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 
O'er  mountain  tops  tne  mount  of  God 
O  happy  day,  that  stavs  my  choice 
O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 
Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
0,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
0  let  triumphant  faith  dispel," 
On  Zion,  and  on  Lebanon, 
O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ! 
0  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
0  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
0  where  shall  rest  be  found ! 
Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive 

moan 
Praise  to  God,  hr  lortal  praise? 
Prayer  is  the  soui's  sincere  desire;, 
Rich  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die, 
Rise,   crown'd   with   light,   imperial 

Salpm  rinf? ! 


Page, 
12 


Salem  rise ! 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Rise,  O  my  sou),  the  hours  review,' 
Rock  of  ages !  .cleft  for  me, 





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A    TABLE    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Pai;e. 

Pah  ation  doth  to  God  Wong,  20 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound,  6 

f-'nviour,  source  of  every  blessing,  7 

Saviour,  when  in  du.it,  to  thee  14 
Saviour  1  when  night  involves  the  skies,  86 

Saviour!  who  thy  flock-  art  feeding,  20 

See.  in  the  vineyard  ol  the  Lord,  12 

.  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate,  43 
Should  nature's  charms,  to  please  the 

eye,  44 

Shout  meg!'                    -ultir.gly  sing ;  \z 

"■nee  Christ  our  Passover  is  sTain,  17 

Smce  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name,  40 

Sing,  iny  soul,  his  wondrous  love,  7 

8inner !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep,  46 

dinners,  torn,  why  will  ye'die  i  29 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day  88 

Soldiers  of  Christ  arise,  2C 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang  ;  84 

Stay,  thcu  insulted  Spirit  stay,  SO 

Sov'reign  Ruler  of  the  skies,  5 

The  day  is  past  and  gone  ;  88 

The  gentle  Saviour  calls  20 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise,  83 

The  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care  13 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare,  5 

The  Lord  will  happiness  diviue  40 

The  mighty  flood  that  rolls  41 
The  morning  flowers  display   their 

sweets.  45 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  p'ra'd  \Z 

The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose,  22 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  43 

The  spacious  firmament  on  nigh,  4 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts,  29 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  9 

Tnou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone  45 

Though  1  should  seek  to  wash  me  clean  6 

fliou,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  power,  21 


Part. 

Thus  speaks  the  High  and  Lofty  One—  4.5 

Time  hastens  on ;  ye  longing  saints  12 

'Tis  finish'd— 60  the  Saviour  cried  ;  in 

'Tis  my  happiness  below,  40 

To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord,  22 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name,  e 

To  thee  let  my  first  ofPrings  rise,  87 

To  thy  temple  I  repair  ;  10 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head  9 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame !  ^2 

We  give  immortal  praise  ]*} 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,  9 

When  all  thy  merries,  O  mv  God,  fi 
When  dangers,  woes,  or  dea'th  are  nigh,  27 

When  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  view,  85 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise,  ?.o 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  82 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cress,  15 

When  Jesus  left  hi'3  heavenly  throne,  25 

When,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western  land,  24 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death,  4Z 
When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies,  C© 

When  those  we  love  are  snatch'd  away,  28 
When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild 

tempest  is  streaming,  26 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress,  27 

While  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice,  U 
While  shepherd's  watch'd  their  flocks 

by  night,  ;; 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power,  40 

With  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day  8 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now  21 

Who  are.  these  in  brig.'  vrav  ?  44 

Who  is  this  that  comes  fro.  1  Edom,  IS 

Why  mournest  thou,  my  anxious  soul,  45 

Ye  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know,  17 

Ye  fields  of  light,  cf  lestial  plains,  4 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God  23 

Youth,  when  devoted  to  the'Lord  21 


INDEX. 


Page. 

THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES.  .    .  8 

R.  CREATION 3 

in.  PROVIDENCE 4 

IV.  REDE3IPTION 6 

V.  THE  CHURCH 8 

VI  FESTIVALS  AND  FAST3.    .    .  9 

The  Lord's  Day, 9 

Advent, II 

Christmas, 11 

End  of  the  Year, 12 

New  Year, 13 

Epiphany, 18 

L«nt, 14 

Passion  Week  and  Good  Triday,  15 

Easter, 17 

Ascension, 17 

V.  hitflundav, IS 

Trinity  SuuJay, 18 

Fast-day 19 

Thanksijiving  day, 1& 

VTi.  ORDINANCES  AND  SPECIAL 

OCCASIONS 20 

Baptism, 20 

Confirmation, 21 

The  Lord's  Supper 21 

Ordination,   or   Institution   of 

Ministers, 22 


Page 

Consecration  of  a  Church, .    .    .  23 

Missions, 28 

Sunday  and  Charity  Schools,     .  25 

Charitable  Occasions,    ....  26 

To  be  used  at  Sea, 26 

For  the  Sick, 27 

Funerals, 28 

VIII.  LNVITATION  AND  WARNING.  29 

IX.  CHRISTIAN    DUTIES   AND 

AFFECTIONS 29 

Prayer, 29 

Repentance, .SO 

Faith, 31 

Hope, 82 

Joy, 32 

Love, ....83 

Praise, S3 

Contentment, 34 

In  Affliction, 8$ 

Daily  Devotion, 85 

X.  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE.      .    .  88 

XL  DEATH 41 

XII.  JUDGMENT 42 

XIII.  ETERNITY 43 

XIV.  MISCELLANEOUS 44 

XV.  GLORIA  PATRI tt 


